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Re: A Public Private Moment
« Reply #15 on: March 12, 2019, 08:45:57 PM »
He raised his eyebrows as she stripped. “You do you, girl,” he muttered to himself, admiring her pert ass as it was kissed by the moonlight. He thought she looked like a Selkie, moving through the waves... but then he frowned, unable to think exactly what that was. Was it flattering? He hoped so.

Jenella. It seemed like a long name for a chick that was so straightforward. When he saw her looking for him, he decided to go and ask her if she had any nicknames. He didn’t bother getting rid of his underwear as he raced into the water and swam towards her with effortless strokes. Just because she was naked now didn’t mean anything for him. It’d be a case of more fool him if he let her trick him twice.

He surfaced and sprayed a geyser of water into the air for dramatic effect, anticipating she’d disapprove and already grinning. “So. Jenella. Do you ever get called anything different? Jen? J? Ella? Nelly? Nell-Nell? Jelly?” He tried to keep a straight face but couldn’t help advertising how pleased with himself he was on the last name.

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Re: A Public Private Moment
« Reply #16 on: March 12, 2019, 10:09:49 PM »
Standing on the ocean floor, the ocean kissed her shoulders, but she had to bounce along with the taller waves when they rolled past, lest they cover her head. She had to tread water during those times. When he closed in on her and offered her multiple versions of her name after imitating a fountain, she gave it some thought.

"If I am Jelly, are you Peanut?" she prompted. Then she grinned back at him. "Call me Lily, if Jenella is too much for you to handle."

She pronounced it Lee-Lee, with her Russian twinge. She closed in and wrapped her legs around him but kept her upper body away. He wondered if he would touch her or try to claim her while the ocean still had a hold. It would be difficult and tedious unless he brought her to the shore.

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Re: A Public Private Moment
« Reply #17 on: March 13, 2019, 10:25:30 PM »
He laughed appreciatively at her joke; Peanut might be the worst name he'd been called yet, but who cared? As long as they both knew who she was talking to, it didn't-... she wrapped her legs around him and his thoughts stilled.

He dared to run his hands from her ankles to her thighs, fingertips reading the smooth curves of her legs like a blind man read braille. His fingers splayed on the muscular outside of her thighs, thumbs stroking lightly on their insides. Close to her apex but not presumptuously so. He was acutely aware of the rhythm of the waves and how close it washed her to him each time. His hand slipped higher because of the water, his thumbs angling towards her pussy automatically. His pupils dilated as he squinted at her, trying to figure her out.

"Lily sounds good. Easy done," he agreed. "What do you want to call me? I don't remember what I used to be called. I've had lots of names. It keeps things interesting," he grinned cheekily.

Swish, slip. The texture of her skin changed as the tips of his thumbs met resistance; the gentle swell of her lips beckoned but he anticipated she wouldn't allow him any farther.

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Re: A Public Private Moment
« Reply #18 on: March 14, 2019, 08:50:53 PM »
She could feel his progression on her body and said nothing about it until he was at the precipice of entering her. His reason for requesting a name was dubious - she'd never met one of their kind with amnesia before but had heard stories. She wondered why this was the reason he behaved as he did... wild and free because he had no memories of humanity to keep him in place. In his mind, he'd known nothing except being a predator.

It certainly made him more interesting.

"Chelovek," she said immediately, her lips curling into a smile. She doubted he would know anything behind the meaning of her Russian- inspired name. She let the next wave bring her upper body close to him, and she pressed her small, pert breasts against his chest. She didn't feel the cold of the ocean, but her nipples were hard nubs that no doubt made an impression on his body. With the gentle movements of the waves, they were already in motion. "If you enter, I shall compare you to the last man," she said boldly. "If you are not skilled..." she shrugged.

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Re: A Public Private Moment
« Reply #19 on: March 17, 2019, 05:52:34 PM »
He snorted derisively at her warning that he'd be compared to the last man. Since when did that not happen? Everyone compared the new with the old; her comparison was just closer together in time than most. He didn't feel pressured. She was telling him that she would hold him against the standard set by a mortal, who needed to breathe. There was no comparison.

"Chel... o-what?" he enquired, trying the name unsuccessfully. As she corrected him and he made further attempts, he towed her slowly out into the ocean, until they were beyond where the waves would break and at a depth where his face would be just below the waterline with him standing flat on the ocean floor.

"Lay back," he instructed her huskily, hooking her knees under his armpits and running his hands up her body, over her hips, skimming her stomach and breasts. Ostensibly, he was caressing her but he applied a little pressure, too, trying to get her into the prone position he wanted. "Look at the stars while I love you."

His dimples showed around his smile at the uncertain look she gave him but she complied, which made him very happy. He slid his broad shoulders and arms between her legs and under them, holding her in place by locking her thighs around his head. He allowed himself to drop below the water's surface and stand comfortably on the sandy ocean seabed, his face already nestled near his goal.

Closing his eyes, he nuzzled lightly around her folds, getting a feel for her unique female topography with his nose, cheeks and lips. He kissed gently along her slit with closed lips, his mouth perpendicular and murmuring, uncaring about entering just yet. His large hands cupped her tight ass from below, his thumbs whispering silky promises along the line where her cheeks met but also not pressing yet. He kissed her up and down unhurriedly, waiting for a response from her before he changed tactic - it didn't matter to him whether it was a quiver of awareness or a twist of impatience, for both would entice him in different ways.

Next, came his tongue. Swiping, curling, teasing, he pressed it along the entire curve of her mound, adoring her like a cat. When he got close to her slit, he twisted his head and sucked her labia between his lips, licking and toying with them in turn, tasting the hint of her core. His fingers kneaded her ass cheeks, his thumbs nudging inward, gripping and spreading them lightly so that little swishes of water washed along her channel while he sucked gently on her wrinkled lips. They felt like velvet and sugar on his tongue, a delicate morsel that he treated with appropriate care and attention. She must have fed recently, for he was certain blood flowed into them as he sucked, engorging them and heightening their sensitivity. He drew them as far into his mouth as he was able, squeezing them firmly between his lips, scraping his teeth lightly for a change of texture, then caressing with a long, soothing tongue.

The stealth of teasing her was having an effect on him; his cock was hard and throbbing, floating with the rhythm and swell of the waves and the echoing desire in her body. The pulse of her core was so close and she was definitely enjoying herself now, arching against his mouth, subtly tilting her hips that he might go faster, go deeper... he knew what she wanted but he would give it to her in his own time.

His thumbs slid closer to his chin and splayed her suck-swollen labia open, enough for his tongue to dart in lightly. It would feel like a feather penetrating her, ethereal and unsatisfying as it barely brushed the edges of her well. Oh, but he got a taste of her and it shivered through his body, causing him to buck with pleasure as her juices coated his tongue. He smeared it upward, along the line of her lips, hinting that he might go in and press her button, but he didn't.

Adjusting his hands, he positioned one middle finger vertically so that only the tip of his finger was covering her hole, brushing side to side occasionally but not entering her. He held it there while she moved against it, conveying her wishes with delightful eloquence and understatement. His mouth moved upward to the tops of her labia, repeating his licking and sucking movements in places that were so so close to her love nub that he may even have brushed it occasionally - but that was mostly unintentional.

He got a better grip around the small of her back and hips with his non-dominant arm, holding her more firmly in position. He pulled his face back, feeling the swirl of water wash between it and her hungry cunt while he positioned his index and middle finger at the top of her snatch. Firmly but lazily, he then swiped his fingers downward, splitting them around her button and hole, massaging the labia up and down into a slow, scissoring motion. As this action repeated, he became bolder at the bottom, brushing across the bottom of the hole, circling around the button at the top.

Without preamble, he pressed his face in again and flattened his tongue on her clit while his fingers swiped up and down, undulating his tongue hard and fast. He'd practised this manoeuvre frequently and he knew the explosive effect it would have on her; it was like a vibrator being pressed to her most sensitive nerve centre. He would continue vibrating against it until she came. After her first, his two fingers would come together, change direction and enter her, twisting inside her moist tunnel and pressing upward while his tongue flicked her button. He would continue like this indefinitely, altering pressure and angle as required, changing from licking to sucking to pressing as necessary, finger-fucking her soundly while he coaxed as many orgasms from her as he was able.

His turn would come, he was sure, but it was a matter of personal pride that she peak first and well. Perhaps she would even beg for him to enter her... and wouldn't that be delightful?

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Re: A Public Private Moment
« Reply #20 on: March 20, 2019, 09:36:08 AM »
At his instruction, she let her body float on the surface of the ocean, surprised that he'd walked her deeper into the waves... and that he would sacrifice his release for her own. There were no guarantees he would get anything back; she'd offered him an opportunity to claim her body in any way he liked, and he'd decided on this.

As he teased her with his mouth, she stared at the tiny points of brilliance in the sky, seeing them throb with light as she throbbed with need. This was her second favourite part - the anticipation of the build, the promise of satisfaction. Every now and then the teasing would become her favourite if the release came too rapidly, and that would be a disappointment. Somehow, this time she didn't think she would be disappointed.

He proved himself a masterful lover with his mouth, demonstrating what could only come with experience. The sensation of floating only served to enhance her pleasure, the only touch on her body where he held her or where his tongue and fingers connected. She moved sparingly, arching only when she was overcome by spikes of desire or when the waves moved her.

As her Chelovek brought his movements to a crescendo, she reached her own, and it was ongoing. Her body trembled with her orgasm - orgasms? if more than one, they were lined up one behind the other so she couldn't tell them apart, nor did she want to. Jenella knew pure bliss as fingers and tongue continued or repeated their motions, creating seconds that felt like minutes, and minutes that felt like hours. She voiced no sounds but she did take in breath so she could gasp and sigh; she didn't want any of the sensations to escape or to scream and have him end it. No, she would float on this until her body had enough.

She had no idea how long it took before the orgasms faded and there was only his tongue and his fingers left. It felt nice but was a shadow of the explosion that had taken her over.

"Enough," she said, her mind echoing the sentiment and sending it to him, though she wasn't sure if he would hear her. With a silent sire, she was never sure if her messages would be heard when with someone new. Her Chelovek must have received something, because he withdrew his fingers when she sat up - the position sinking her into the water. She shifted so that her body would slide down his torso, but it was possible if he was insistent that he would keep her seated on his shoulders, and keep his face buried between her legs.

 

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Re: A Public Private Moment
« Reply #21 on: March 21, 2019, 12:03:40 AM »
The newly-christened redhead was more than happy to let her slide down his body and wrap her legs around his hips, seating her on open water and his obvious desire. He cupped her ass as his erection bobbed pleadingly against her cheeks, walking a few steps towards the shore so that their heads and shoulders were out of the water.

He watched her like every predator watches its prey - from beneath heavy lids, his eyes glinting blue with his arousal. Since she'd spoken to him using her mind, he responded in the same way; another point of difference in his favour, surely?

At first, you tasted of his hand... but he's gone now, he told her, wondering if this would be a poignant comment for her. He also wondered if it was his aching to fuck her that drove him to seek her approval so desperately that he was dropping hints. Regardless, she was divine and he was lustcrazed; his sycophancy was warranted.

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Re: A Public Private Moment
« Reply #22 on: March 28, 2019, 09:07:32 PM »
His comment hit the mark he'd been seeking and there was a brief sting of remorse for Ricardo before she recovered. Her gaze travelled over her new plaything, who'd demonstrated his expertise using her body. She'd captured someone who had no interest in her beyond the physical, she was sure, which made him much better than the last. She wasn't looking for a replacement for her sire, even though he hadn't welcomed her home with as much gusto as she'd expected. It had hurt, that she could be away for so long and he'd been able to take it in his stride.

This man, this stranger, her new Chelovek, was showering her with the attention she craved. Wild. Free. She'd lost that side of herself for too long. He could help get it back. Initially, she hadn't wanted to commit to anything after such a wonderful experience, but clinging to him and listening to his response returned her previous desire for more. She'd been satisfied, now his eyes looked like they wished to lather her in praise, and the desire emanating from him felt like a physical burden, one she would relieve him of.

Her mental response was a mixture of sensations, emotions and vision - she wasn't as skilled in telepathy as she should be for her years. She'd neglected it, her focus on other talents and her self-training haphazard. Her communication matched her mood, unable to hide behind a shrouded curtain. She sent him the visions of her imagination, of her on the wet earth surrounded by plants and him thrusting hard into her, his teeth bared and primal and his body glistening with either sweat or the ocean. Like a backwards reel, she sent him a visual of them moving out of the water - her body locked around him, clinging and kissing as he made his way to the edge of the beach and into the foliage mostly by sense.

Jenella slid her hand down his chest and past her groin, her fingertips bumping into the base of his erection before she shifted slightly to reach lower and roll her fingers around his pole, guiding it upwards and between them. More small shifts even as he walked with her and then she could feel the tip of him. She flexed her leg muscles and wriggled so that he slid partway inside of her - a delightful tease for both of them until he could throw her down and fuck her like they both wanted.

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« Reply #23 on: March 30, 2019, 02:41:24 AM »
The woman was testing his sanity along with his resolve and he'd begun to relish the pain of the precipice she had him teetering on. He could've denied her, slid into her in the water and just pumped until he was done but her mental imagery was too enticing. The sensations that accompanied it were oddly receptive because they came from her perspective. It caused a physical dissonance that helped him resist her ministrations - if they hadn't, he'd have exploded long before his feet hit the beach.

As it was, he suffered.

The waves threatened

promised

to batter him inside her but she had some sort of godly muscle resistance going on and managed to keep him out. As they slowly emerged past the breakers and he began to take her weight more fully in his hands, he fought her, squeezing her ass and doing his level best to get deeper inside her. Somehow, she held him at bay and he believed he was starting to have some sort of out of body experience as the intensity dazzled him.

His dick became the centre of the universe, her cunt nirvana. He yanked, she clenched; the waves fell behind them and he swayed, his knees threatening to buckle beneath them as the sensation of the clench travelled through his entire body, leaving him trembling. With an unsteady pause to re-focus his energy and gather his strength, he shifted his hold on her and continued to walk up the beach towards the forest. One arm was underneath her tight ass, the other crossed over her back and pressed her so close her nipples hurt him.

He bit her shoulder, nipped her throat, licked his way along her jaw to her mouth. When their lips met at last, she bit his tongue (to punish him for continuing to fight to impale her on his dick and for biting her, he supposed) - hard enough to draw blood - and a snarl curled from his chest in response to the pain. His vision swam with white spots and he stumbled, almost dropping her before he recovered and trudged onward through the soft sand sand dunes at the high tide line. By this point, his need for her was frenzied and he wasn't picky where he put her down.

His first sighting of leaves - even if they were interspersed with long beach grass - that didn't look to be hiding any nasty surprises, he dropped to his knees and placed her on her back (more gently than anything else they were doing). There was a brief tussle as he extricated his arms and tongue but he fought her limbs until he positioned her the way he wanted, this time. Her shoulders, head and feet were on the ground but her ass was in the air, angled towards him. He filled his fists with her hips and ass, holding her in place for him to thrust into. At last.

In a move that surprised him, he slid slowly and purposefully inside her until her pelvic bone was pressed against his. His shoulders sagged, his eyes closed and his head fell back as he gloried in the utter bliss of her. Then he started moving. Steadily at first, the rhythm he established sped up quickly and he was soon pistoning his cock into her for all that he was worth. Eyes still closed, his head swayed from side to side as the friction grew, the need coiled and his body shook as if it would fly apart any second. He dared release a hand from her hip (the other adjusted to support her as necessary) and it slithered up her taut body, molesting her breasts briefly before it skimmed back to where their bodies met.

"Fuck... you... you're... fuck... I'm... so... fucking close," he panted, popping his thumb in his mouth before wedging his hand between them and pressing the pad of his digit to her clitoris. "Cum with me," he entreated, his thrusts devolving into a frenzy as he lost all control and spilled inside her, emitting a guttural keen of release. The orgasm shuddered through him, his movements became more and more erratic until he collapsed in a boneless sprawl atop her, face mushed against a breast and the rest of his body pulsing with a pleasure so intense it was almost numbing.

Eventually, he rolled off her and lay beside. He had no idea if she'd complied with his entreaty but he also didn't care. She'd had fun earlier; this had been his.

His head lolled in her direction and he gazed at her in a starstruck manner. "You're a bitch for keeping me out of you and making me suffer," he told her, still able to taste blood in his mouth, "but I'm damned if you're not one of the best fucks I've ever had. You're amazing, Lily." Smitten with her, with sex and with life, he rolled towards her and flung an arm across her. Their legs were still entwined and he honestly couldn't remember when they'd both become naked but he was glad of it. She felt tiny and powerful against him; a formidably potent combination if ever there was one.

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« Reply #24 on: April 06, 2019, 01:43:55 PM »
She enjoyed their little game immensely and victory was hers when he laid her down on grass like she'd wanted. Perhaps not as much foliage as she would've liked but she was proud of him for trying. A brief monopoly of limbs - she allowed him to do with her position as he wished. The gentle insertion surprised her as well and she gasped as he filled her up. Her body felt electric; remembering what it had been through in the ocean and recalling it here and now with a different sensation overlapping it. It was wonderful how greedy her body had become. She had no doubt that he would satisfy her growing needs, though.

She made small grunts with his battery, unable to keep up other than to close her eyes when his plunges touched on celerity. His gasps and instruction were well-received and as soon as his thumb touched her, she was tipped back over the edge. She came instantly, before he even finished his request, and probably helped him along considering the way her muscles twitched and pulsed. If he voiced his opinion about this position and orgasm being mostly for him, she would heartily agree.

As it was, he growled an insult at her and she laughed her delight. Her smile curled when he praised her and she placed her hand atop his arm, keeping him in place, satisfied. They lay there, not catching their breaths but perhaps their souls. Above she could see the faint sprinkle of stardust beyond the shadowy leaves, and the night was bright like day thanks to a three-quarter moon. Time passed, stars shifted, and Jenella was no longer enchanted by the area they were in. It has lost its magic.

"Time to leave," she said, slapping his arm to get it away so she could get to her feet. They would have to walk up the steep hill on this side, taking them even farther from her bike leathers, but once they got onto the road above, it would be easy to find their way back to the carpark where this night had taken the most wonderful turn. And it was still young - she sensed it was not long after midnight and so much had already happened.

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« Reply #25 on: April 14, 2019, 01:04:42 AM »
He rolled away and watched her stand, admiring the fluidity of her movements. And her svelte figure, highlighted by the moon's glow. She was a glorious package indeed; he couldn't stop grinning. She didn't even want to go to the ocean and wash him out of her. A primal sensation of pride and predation shot through him, knowing he'd branded her and she was willing to wear his musk like a perfume. If he could've, he'd have fucked her again on the spot.

Instead, he stood and stretched, enjoying the sensation of his muscles resettling around his bones. He looked up at the cliff. He'd already been over it tonight, planning to come back with some ropes but he was feeling pretty damn invincible right now. "You ready to climb this bad boy?" he asked Lily, indicating the cliff face itself.

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« Reply #26 on: April 14, 2019, 11:36:23 AM »
She looked up at the cliff and pulled a face, unimpressed by the idea of scaling it.

"There is a path here," she said, motioning at the narrow path that led through the foliage. Her expression changed when she got an idea. "We will race," she said, then disappeared into the bush before explaining where they would meet. She had her leathers that she was not going to leave behind - they were custom-made.

Lily thought it would be cheating to use celerity and she still hadn't mastered it yet. Between her legs she was slick from where his seed had spilt out of her onto the sand but she stopped to use a large palm leaf to wipe the excess away. It made her aware that her body still remembered his tongue and his dick inside of her. With her hand pressed against a tree, she used the fingers of her free hand to quell the itch that continued to hound her and quickly brought herself to her peak again, bucking and crying out softly. Her new chelovek had brought out an avalanche in her body. Being wild agreed with her.

She smelled and sucked her fingers, tasting him as well as herself before she ran again, a grin on her face. She ducked and followed the winding path upwards, having to leap over mossy logs and make unnecessary turns just to stay on the track. She didn't know this area very well and didn't want to have to crash through foliage when someone had already done it for her. She knew she was getting farther and farther away as Chelovek climbed directly upward. If he had skills, he could do it quickly, and his route was more direct.

She pushed on.

Once she reached the top it was easier going. She followed the road back, running and ignoring the odd stab of pain in her feet as she ran on top of stones. A few times cars moving past honked her or slowed down. Only once did one park and she shoved the driver back into the car, slamming the door onto his foot in such a way that it made him howl. It made her laugh and she ran again with his insults at her back. She had no idea, as she approached the carpark close to the cliff she'd jumped over, if Chelovek had arrived here first. She climbed the rail towards her leathers waiting for her in the grass, looking around for him.

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« Reply #27 on: April 14, 2019, 07:45:58 PM »
Chelovek called out in consternation as she declared a race and then hurried away, stealing a head start. He hastened to the cliff face, energised by the competition. He loved to win and he was determined to beat her to the top; it was his turn to come first.

He moved quickly, leaping atop the boulders that huddled around the base of the cliff and looking upward for hand holds. Even with his superior vision, he couldn't be certain that the crags he spied would support his weight, not from this angle. Nor could he accurately identify the composition of the rock and determine its hardness. It would be a risk, that was for sure - especially up higher, where the angles were more extreme, the natural erosion of the rock meaning that the higher he climbed, the more he'd be dangling without reliable footholds. The only consolation was that he'd be suspended parallel to the water but the tide barely concealed the rocks buried beneath the surface. If he dropped, he'd break every bone in his body.

Plus, if he fell, he'd lose precious time, during which she'd no doubt summit before him.

The redhead fought the instinct to just jump - she was able to run where he was not - but it was necessary. He needed a plan first. He visually connected every potential handhold, knowing from experience how far his long body could stretch, where his toes could grip while his fingers shifted, imagining the angles, the balance of his weight, the places his body would be anchored to allow him to continue to ascend. He lifted his arms and mimed his route, rehearsing it twice. He usually did this with a whole lot of safety gear and plenty of time to be sure of his path so this was risky as fuck. An insane thrill.

Time was getting away so, finally, he leapt. He didn't usually climb naked either, but there was something exhilarating about his dick dangling against his thigh as his powerful body swung up the cliff face. Every hair swished in the wind, his muscles straining as he reached for hold after hold, rising quickly. Only once did he falter, near the top, causing his undead heart to roll over in his chest with fear; his left leg dropped out from under him when the soft rock crumbled beneath his anchor point. Luckily, he had the reflexes of a vampire, for his other limbs counteracted gravity's sudden thrust and compensated, holding him in place. He clung to the cliff for a few extra seconds before the adrenaline allowed him to release and continue climbing.

When he reached the top, he clawed at tufts of grass and exposed roots to get him over the awkward edge, commando rolling onto flat ground as soon as he could. Less than a minute later Lily arrived and he jumped up with a whoop, running over to hug her. "Holy shit, you should've come my way! It was fucking EPIC!" he cried, then tipped his head back to howl at the night sky. "I only nearly died once," he boasted, releasing her from his hold and cockily stepping sideways to smack her ass. The crack of flesh striking flesh echoed around them deliciously. He then leant around to admire his handiwork, inspecting the red mark that sprang up on her flawless skin and deliberately leaving himself exposed to a slap in retribution. It was only fair.

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Re: A Public Private Moment
« Reply #28 on: April 15, 2019, 12:52:11 PM »
When he was distracted looking at the mark he'd left on her behind, she punched him in the side of the head, clocking him downward. She was annoyed that he'd dared to slap her ass. She hated when men were so presumptuous as to strike or pinch her behind, thinking it was a flirt or that they were being cute or playful. A knee to the groin was her usual return so perhaps he'd won a small part of her over. She strode to her leathers and kept an eye on him as she pulled on her pants, wriggling and jumping around to get them up all the way.


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« Reply #29 on: April 15, 2019, 08:47:08 PM »
He dropped like a stone, pulling a face and rubbing the side of his head when he landed. "Fuck! Are you right, there?" he exclaimed, pouting over at her. She didn't even give a shit, she was busy getting dressed. He snorted grumpily and got up to go over to his clothes as well.

"Mental note: don't treat you like a bro," he sniped as he passed her. It had been a common reaction when excited amongst his crew; a lot of ass slapping had gone on. This chick obviously preferred being treated like a lady and although he sounded bitter, he could respect her for that. It was just a lesson learnt more painfully than he'd have liked.

"I won, though," he smirked as he did up his jeans, unable to resist rubbing it in.