[It's true, he's the one who started this. He's the one who sent the first picture that landed them both into this situation, hot and needy and insanely wanting. His fingers dig into her back, just a little. Just enough to leave little crescent mark indents as he wraps his lips around her nipple and toys with it with his tongue.
He wants to fuck her bad. To replace that toy with himself, but he's restraining from doing so. A paragon of restraint, actually. He knows how good she'd feel around him. How he could easily make her feel just as good, do better than a toy. He's already come once, but clearly she hasn't. She's outlasted him so easily, and he wants to bring her closer to the same edge he'd already fallen off of.
The hand not on her back is still soaked in himself, and he worms it between their bodies, follows the length of the toy that's sitting neglected inside her so he can just tease those fingers against her, bumping the toy deeper every now and again.]
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He wants to fuck her bad. To replace that toy with himself, but he's restraining from doing so. A paragon of restraint, actually. He knows how good she'd feel around him. How he could easily make her feel just as good, do better than a toy. He's already come once, but clearly she hasn't. She's outlasted him so easily, and he wants to bring her closer to the same edge he'd already fallen off of.
The hand not on her back is still soaked in himself, and he worms it between their bodies, follows the length of the toy that's sitting neglected inside her so he can just tease those fingers against her, bumping the toy deeper every now and again.]