Oh? Don't you think it's better like this? You don't have to do anything at all.
[That's not to say his own cock isn't starting to ache, of course, or that he wouldn't very much enjoy feeling her fingers curled around it, or the warmth of her mouth enveloping it, or the squeal on her lips as he buried inside her. But there's a delicious sort of power in the prospect of controlling her pleasure entirely, with absolutely no reciprocation — her body his toy to play with, her reactions all his to tease out.
It's hardly generosity. It's just fun to watch someone so lovely fall apart beneath his hands like this.
He lowers his head a bit, using the elongated nose of his mask to brush at the thin strap of her leotard — pushing it over her shoulder so that it dangles precariously down her upper arm, and compromising the integrity of the top just that little bit more. Her breasts will hold the fabric in place well enough, certainly, but letting the strap slip adds the illusion of danger, of even more exposure in this semi-public atmosphere if she's not careful about how she squirms.]
Such a sweet little bunny. Should I make you hop?
[It's all the warning she gets before he finds her clit and rubs it firmly through the soaking cloth, hoping to make her jump from the sudden burst of sensation.]
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[That's not to say his own cock isn't starting to ache, of course, or that he wouldn't very much enjoy feeling her fingers curled around it, or the warmth of her mouth enveloping it, or the squeal on her lips as he buried inside her. But there's a delicious sort of power in the prospect of controlling her pleasure entirely, with absolutely no reciprocation — her body his toy to play with, her reactions all his to tease out.
It's hardly generosity. It's just fun to watch someone so lovely fall apart beneath his hands like this.
He lowers his head a bit, using the elongated nose of his mask to brush at the thin strap of her leotard — pushing it over her shoulder so that it dangles precariously down her upper arm, and compromising the integrity of the top just that little bit more. Her breasts will hold the fabric in place well enough, certainly, but letting the strap slip adds the illusion of danger, of even more exposure in this semi-public atmosphere if she's not careful about how she squirms.]
Such a sweet little bunny. Should I make you hop?
[It's all the warning she gets before he finds her clit and rubs it firmly through the soaking cloth, hoping to make her jump from the sudden burst of sensation.]