He hasn't pushed his fingers in at all. Not yet. Without lube, it'd probably hurt anyway, but I can't deny I want him there, and he can probably feel it with the way my dick jerks in his hand, his mouth brushing along my belly-button.
"Maybe you should just tell me what you're sayin'," I counter, but there's no real heat in my tone. Mostly because he's already making me dizzy and breathless.
I card my fingers through his hair, tugging lightly as I arch my back and then roll my hips, trying to be encouraging. "Oh, but I know my Christina Aguilera, sweetheart," I add with a low laugh, tipping my head up to grin down at him. "Voulez vous coucher avec moi?"
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Date: 2016-10-24 06:50 pm (UTC)"Maybe you should just tell me what you're sayin'," I counter, but there's no real heat in my tone. Mostly because he's already making me dizzy and breathless.
I card my fingers through his hair, tugging lightly as I arch my back and then roll my hips, trying to be encouraging. "Oh, but I know my Christina Aguilera, sweetheart," I add with a low laugh, tipping my head up to grin down at him. "Voulez vous coucher avec moi?"