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Oh my god— [ Breathed out harshly, because she's fucking thanking him, quivering in his arms, clenching sweetly around his cock, hot and sweaty and keening so pretty for him to keep fucking her. God— it feels unreal.

He buries his head against her neck, breathes in her sweat, her shampoo, before he licks salt off her collar bone, presses his mouth against her skin and sucks. ]

You're so fucking beautiful, [ he mutters, hips snapping up, grinding against her. He's determined not to blow before her, but when their lips reconnect and she calls him hot, his face is a pleasant red. God— just listen to her. ]

Wanna hear you come, [ he begs. ] How loud do you get, Lottie girl? [ Her back presses into the wall when he fucks into her, uses the extra support to drag one of his hands from her ass to her pelvis, his thumb dipping down to her folds, dragging down against her clit, against that space where they're joined. ]

[ When he calls her beautiful, truthfully she is already there. When she sees how red his face is when they kiss, the blush spilling good and proper across his cheeks and to his ears, she's keening high and needy for him, struggling to keep eye contact no matter how much she wants to.

It gets overwhelming when he begs, how fast and hard she comes. It gets too intense when his thumb dips down between their bodies and digs hard into her clit.

But she rides it out for him, so desperate to please Billy on top of herself that she doesn't try and muffle her cries by biting into the skin of his shoulder. She lets him feel every crescendo, every shake and stutter of her body as she ruts hot and heavy against him. Wants him to hear how loud she gets, how her voice cracks and breaks into sobs when she starts crying from the pleasure, when the hot white flash of it is over and she's jerkily riding it out on his thumb. She cries Billy more than she can count, ]

B-Billy, [ She hiccups, hips jumping up up up away from his hand, further up his cock, nails digging more than crescent moons into him. It feels as good as it is painful, the post orgasm overstimulation. She whines, begs, pleads at his lips— ] toomuch, too much, it's too much I can't..

[ She's so hot, she's so beautiful, has he ever seen anything like it? She's a centerfold, a VHS he'd burn through the tape through for, something unreal, except he can feel her, taste her, has her even. She's right here, and he fucks her through her orgasm, eyes open and hungry. When she comes, he feels it in the way she squeezes sweet around his body, how her body trembles, how her voice pitches up, sweetly to a rich, crashing crescendo. How she listens, obeys. ]

Fuck, [ he mutters, in awe, in syrupy pleasure. She's squirming in his arms when he pulls her up, turns and takes to back toward the bed, dropping her down on her back. ] A little more? You can take a little more. Good girl.

[ She's so sweet when he fucks her, all overstimulated gasping before he pulls out, hovers above her, striping his dick with her slick until he groans, coming on her pelvis in pulls of cum before his hand drops to her pelvis, thumb dragging through the mess as his head tilts down to kiss her slow. ]

[ He's moving and she doesn't even notice, too frayed, too jittery, squeezing him a little too tight and more when he swathes her in that good girl. Her heart is beating frantically in her rib cage, skin warm and dewy from how he fucks her into the soft sheet of the blanket. The fingerprints on her ass feel like they're still kissing her skin even when he pulls away, pulls himself out and rubs the needy head of him all over.

Billy is a raw beauty, all concentration and all hers as he shoots his load on her, strip by strip. Lottie moans, hands anchored at his shoulders, his biceps, feeling how each well earned muscle shifts. Runs over his hair as she sees the pretty picture he's made— stupidly delighted that she made him come. He looks so good like this— ]

You look so good like this. [ He kisses her and practically swallows down her affection, and she's not stopping him. Her hands, trembling ever so slightly now that she's getting air, caress his jaw. A thumb brushes his cheekbone. Her hips curve up into his touch, smearing himself all over her. ] It's so crazy how hot you are.. Even when you come.

[ Billy comes, marking up her pretty pelvis and her hands run over him, over skin, through his perfectly coifed hair. Endorphins make him grin, expression soft and syrupy, just a touch goofy. And why not? They deserve it after how good it was, how she shook apart in his arms, how fine she worked him up.

He's preening. ] You have no idea, [ he promises, ] what you looked like coming apart on my dick.

[ He's still grinning, presses their mouths together again, head ducking to nose against her jaw, then lower over her collarbone. He hovers over her, looking at her soft skin, the robe still pooled around her, making her look like a perfume ad turned bunny shoot. ]

How about I clean you up? [ He doesn't slide off the bed though, just slides his body down. He turns his head to press a kiss against the inside of her thigh. Then he grins up at her from between her legs before he dips forward, licks his tongue over her wet folds, over the twinned tastes of her slick and the salty remains of his cum. Tasting the two of them together makes his guts heat. She called him here because she needed a good fuck, and it's going to be a very good fuck if he has anything to do with it, he thinks as he groans, lapping the flat of his tongue over her pretty pussy. ]

[ She doesn't. She has no idea, no frame of reference, has always thought she must've made a weird face but feels sweetly, sickly, adored— confident, when he tells her the opposite. Insinuates that she must've been the prettiest thing he's seen and her cheeks blush, a silly laugh leaving her lips. He swallows some of it down when he kisses her again, her heart feeling warm and full as he dips further down. ]

Huh? [ It's light and airy, a bit distracted because she's drunk off his kisses and affection and still coming down from watching him come down. Lottie doesn't even realize much of what is happening until she realizes she misses his warmth— feels it down south rather than at her collar, her tits, and her eyes go big. ] O-oh—

[ Her stomach is doing flips as she sees him grin between her thighs, sees him press the flat of his tongue over her cunt and she throws her head back. ] Fuck, fuck, oh fuck, fuck, [ It's a warbly little mantra that leaves her lips the longer he licks at her, laps up her wet all over his tongue. And eventually she stops making words and just continues to make noises, moaning through clenched teeth as she pants and whines, body shuddering and legs spreading to accommodate Billy's pretty little mouth, drenching him the longer he works her up to another high. ]

[ He sinks his tongue against her, between her folds, laps up the sweet-sharp taste of her, groaning over how their their tastes have melded together. He could spend hours here, he thinks, working her body up to high after high. He gets a better angle, hauls her thigh over his shoulder when his tongue licks, when his lips close around her clit and suck.

One hand grips her ass, the other glides up her stomach, hand palming her gorgeous tit, thumb rubbing harsh over the raised nipple timed to his tongue lapping, to the eager way he throws himself into begging her body to come again. He bets she can, if he just pushes her a little harder. ]

Taste so fucking good, [ he mumbles hot against her skin, blue eyes darting up to look at the way her head's thrown back, at the sharp line of her jaw while she pants and gasps. Then he's lapping, sucking, licking up her taste and moaning. ]

[ It's almost cruel, it's almost too much, just how he gets her there so eagerly with each stroke, each rub of her nipple. Drunk on her taste, the smell of her thick and heady, sweet like honey with his mouth pressed taut and hungry at her pussy. Her legs twitch and so does that thigh hooked at his shoulder, her heel helplessly digging into his back when she cries out billybillybilly into the air.

She can't look at him anymore (and she tries, she really does, because she likes seeing how hard he's trying, how badly he wants this, how hot he looks with his flushed cheeks sucking at her clit)— her eyes are watering too much from the hot white pleasure of it all, the way blood pumps hot through her veins as she rides her high and rides Billy's gorgeous face. Soaks him without a thought or care.

She ruts up against his wet lips, his warm tongue, fingers rushing to clasp at the sheets before they settle into his soft curls to claw at his scalp. Force him there for a little longer, just a little longer, it feels so good— ] Billy. [ The other clutches desperately at the arm stretched over her belly, nails digging into his bicep, grasping for his hand to squeeze her tit a little harder. It feels like heaven. He feels like heaven. ]

O-ohhh my god. [ She feels like shaking and— oh, she is. Badly. Gasping for air once the crescendo is over, once the music softens. Lottie's grip on him loosens as her whole body reacts to her orgasm, skin flush with sweat and unbearably wet. ] Billy.

Lottie cants her pussy up against his mouth, her heel digging into his back, and she's crying out his name so sweetly it makes his gut twist, his spent dick valiantly twitching against her bed sheets while his tongue laps up her sweet, heady taste. He thinks he could stay down here for as long as she could bear it, wants to show her what he's made of. He's probably going to dream of eating her pussy out with her hoisted up on the tavern's bar, legs spread, hands in his hair, chanting his name for anyone to hear.

She's grasping at him, and he obliges, gives her everything she wants, including a hot grinding twist against her nipple, his lips giving her a punishing suck followed by a soothing lap of his tongue. Then he feels it, right before she gasps. She shakes and shakes and crumbles, pussy pulsing against his mouth, against his tongue when he drags it through her lips. She comes on his face, soaking him, and he groans too, because it's so fucking hot. She is so fucking hot.

He doesn't stop until she's spent, and he has a wide, satisfied grin when he presses a chaste (all things considering) kiss against her inner thigh, before he drags himself up to collapse beside her. He wipes his mouth with the back of his wrist, head tilting to look at her, smug and pleased and still pink and glistening with sweat.

"Good, right?" he preens.

Stupefied— Lottie is a little stupefied that Billy, pussy soaked and red in the cheeks, even bothers to ask her if it's good (well, he doesn't ask if it's good, he's more approval seeking and even that gets her going, how earnest he is in seeking that validation he did a good job, that Billy kept his promise of a good fuck and a good time). It shows on her face between desperate pants of air, the come down of one of the most intense orgasms she's had here to date.

And then she grins. Stupidly charmed and stupidly endeared. "Uh, amazing." She wipes her forehead, her sweat soaked bangs swooping back. "Incredible." She tilts her head to look at him when she's done peeking at him from the side, coy, maybe a little shy despite their position (naked, fucked out, sweaty).

Her pinky dances beside his bare hip, a hand openly fanning at her warm cheeks, maybe tossing some of that fresh air his way when she stares a little too long at his lashes. His eyes, the lips that were between the apex of her thighs moments ago.

"You're really good at that.. Like, the best, I think."

The best. He's pleased, sweet as pie, grinning at her with his mouth glistening with melted sugar. She's panting next to him, coming down and looking like a doll or a painting, some x-rated VHS come to life.

"The best?" Her pinky traces his hip and he rolls a little further toward her. She is gorgeous, flushed cheeks, pink mouth, naked skin and sweat-stained silk. She's a dream, and he's going to need to replay the memory of her moans, her sweet gasps and cries again and again.

"There's more where that came from." Cocky. Why wouldn't he be cocky? He just had Lottie crying out on his dick, coming on his tongue. He leans in, kisses her mouth, her taste mingling between their mouths. "Easy, when you taste so good."

Cute. Cute, cute, cute, her brain chants. Everything about him is cute — and hot, and sweet, sugary, every synonym her giddy little brain can think of staring at him. His pussy soaked grin, the apples of his cheeks and how they're flushed. Even his hair, sweat soaked, sticky to his skin, still looks styled to perfection.

"More??" Her eyes twinkle at his words, interest peaked even before he kisses her (her cheeks glisten pink at the thought she's tasting as much of herself as she is him). She giggles, whispering excitedly into his lips as her fingers walk down his belly, stops right above the valley where his cock rests. "How many more do I get?"

How many more can he give?

He smiles wide, a cheshire cat grin. He's got youth on his side, youth and what a wet fucking dream Lottie is. Her fingers walk down his belly, and for a moment, he gets butterflies. He's fucked a lot, even before coming here, and they were good, he was good. He takes pride in every girl he got to a shuddering orgasm, but Lottie's so confident.

He's already close, his lips still so near to hers.

"Babygirl. I'm gonna give you a workout."

Babygirl. Ugh, that sounds fantastic coming from his lips. Which— speaking of, she'll peck the corner of them just once, soft hand caressing the base of him. Experimental, really, languid. Like she's wanting to know the feel, heft, of him in her palm (how big he is, sticky to the touch) rather than jerk him off just yet.

Teasing, "So I should definitely be naked for this one."

She touches him so casually, the heft of his spent dick— it feels like a trick, how intimate it is, but his head tilts, chasing her jaw and lining kisses down to her neck. He goes lower, licking salt off her collar bone as he grins.

"Definitely." He shifts, tugging her with him as he moves onto his back, pulling her on top of him and wedging his thigh toward the hot, wet core of her. His hands run up her sides, pushing the silk off her shoulders, grinning where it's stuck to her.

"Fuck you're hot," he says, eyes on her tits, on her jaw, on her hair cascading over her shoulders and her warm brown eyes.

She gasps when her world view shifts, trying not to squeak when his thigh is between her legs. He's making her breath a little funny with the pressure at her core, reminding her how wet she is and how good it feels to have something to (gingerly, experimentally, maybe, confidently?) rock against.

"I know," she replies, feeling the cool air of her room hit her skin when he peels off her silk. Beneath, she is dewy, skin flushed at her shoulders and dappling down her limbs. She is staring down at him with those warm brown eyes and they are sparkling, as they drink in his words. His touch, how doting he is.

"You're hot too, you know." she thumbs at his bottom lip (since she can't with his dick), squinting down playfully at him, "I mean, I think you know."

"You know," he drawls pleasantly, "I've never been told that before."

It's a silly, airy lie. Of course he knows, even if he has doubts about the scar tissue. But it's hard not to be confident when he's got Lottie looking at him like that. She rocks down on his thigh, and his cock twitches, clearly interested in more as he wonders, idly, how many times he's going to make her come tonight.

Hip lips close around the tip of her thumb, sucking slow before he rolls her on her back, leaning over to taste the sweat on her collar bone, to turn his attention and mouth to her tits, feeling the way her thighs squeeze around his, and he learns new ways to take her apart.

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