Well, we do appear to have a very good working relationship.
[They were pretty much proving that right now while she rode him into the floor, which was a-ok in his books. It was going to be a better working relationship if they brought out a belt next time, but right now, he was perfectly content on what they had going for them. She did strike such a nice looking pose settled as she was on him. He wasn't going to deny that.
He stroked his hands down her thighs, tickling the underside of her knees as he tilted his head as some of her long hair stroked his cheeks on the way by to curtain around his head. He groaned in pleasure when there was finally active motion, his feet bracing and pressing his hips towards her as she came down on him, filling her warmth with great appreciation for her cycle.
He let her have control, aware that regardless, he still always had the last laugh. He still worked with her rather than against her, his hands finally grasping the back of her thighs to help support some of her weight as new sweat broke out across his skin, and he squeezed with his hands when she had hit the right spot on him, aware she was do what was necessary for them both to enjoy this fully.]
Come on, harder, agent, or I might go to sleep. [He would do no such thing, but he couldn't help but push her all the same.]
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[They were pretty much proving that right now while she rode him into the floor, which was a-ok in his books. It was going to be a better working relationship if they brought out a belt next time, but right now, he was perfectly content on what they had going for them. She did strike such a nice looking pose settled as she was on him. He wasn't going to deny that.
He stroked his hands down her thighs, tickling the underside of her knees as he tilted his head as some of her long hair stroked his cheeks on the way by to curtain around his head. He groaned in pleasure when there was finally active motion, his feet bracing and pressing his hips towards her as she came down on him, filling her warmth with great appreciation for her cycle.
He let her have control, aware that regardless, he still always had the last laugh. He still worked with her rather than against her, his hands finally grasping the back of her thighs to help support some of her weight as new sweat broke out across his skin, and he squeezed with his hands when she had hit the right spot on him, aware she was do what was necessary for them both to enjoy this fully.]
Come on, harder, agent, or I might go to sleep. [He would do no such thing, but he couldn't help but push her all the same.]