Every reaction filled her with pride and desire and a million other different emotions. He was panting and sweating and barely in control, and it was a glorious sight to behold. Her archer with his endless control and patience on the job quickly coming apart beneath her. She barely had to touch him, just a few kisses and nibbles and he was practically incoherent.
He was straining so hard against giving in and touching himself, relieving the pain and pressure that had built so strong. The proof of it was leaking on his skin, and the veins on his arms stood out as he gripped the pillow and the sheets, his muscles taut. She wanted to lick a trail up his arms, to trace those prominent veins, but first he deserved some relief.
Stopping with her breasts squeezed lightly in her hands, Natasha pouted back at him. “Now we wouldn’t want that,” she said. Her chest was sufficiently oiled now, and she had made sure to leave it more concentrated in the valley between her breasts, her skin glistening. Dropping her hands to his knees, she slid them up over his thighs, her body moving with them. “So tense. You look like you could use a massage as well...”
When she finally reached his cock again she gave him a wicked smile. Grabbing her full breasts once more she pushed them together around it, shifting until his length was settled properly. Licking the precum from the tip of his cock, she kept her eyes on his face as she started to move, practically fucking him with her tits, the oil quickly coating him and making the movement smooth.
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Date: 2014-09-20 04:22 pm (UTC)From:He was straining so hard against giving in and touching himself, relieving the pain and pressure that had built so strong. The proof of it was leaking on his skin, and the veins on his arms stood out as he gripped the pillow and the sheets, his muscles taut. She wanted to lick a trail up his arms, to trace those prominent veins, but first he deserved some relief.
Stopping with her breasts squeezed lightly in her hands, Natasha pouted back at him. “Now we wouldn’t want that,” she said. Her chest was sufficiently oiled now, and she had made sure to leave it more concentrated in the valley between her breasts, her skin glistening. Dropping her hands to his knees, she slid them up over his thighs, her body moving with them. “So tense. You look like you could use a massage as well...”
When she finally reached his cock again she gave him a wicked smile. Grabbing her full breasts once more she pushed them together around it, shifting until his length was settled properly. Licking the precum from the tip of his cock, she kept her eyes on his face as she started to move, practically fucking him with her tits, the oil quickly coating him and making the movement smooth.