[Pinocchio works her open with steady, gradual motions, but it's Marina who is impatient for more. This redline caused in her by the aphrodisiacs were making her burn before, but having the actual touch of another person is setting her ablaze. Fingers tease her ass and despite the liberal use of lubrication, there's still some discomfort. Pain is something Marina can recognize and handle, but this is different and unfamiliar to her. It's not quite painful or pleasurable enough for her to really get all that into it. She just wants more. More smeary, dark red lipstick across her cock and his finger deeper inside.
So, her whimpers and moans are mostly urging him to keep going, to not slow down. When Pinocchio finally seems content with his handy work in stretching her out to take him, Marina is not going to argue. She feels like a complete mess of built up tension and desire.
He moves onto her bed and there's no need for him to pull her, she is crawling onto him in an instant. Marina straddles his lap and sits so his massive cock is between her ass cheeks. Her chest presses flush to his and she kisses him as her answer. She's sure, she's so, so sure. Arms wrap over both of his shoulders, her hands splaying at the back of his hair and neck. The kiss is deep and urgent, a mix of messy lipstick and her own taste fresh on his lips from all his doting attention to her cock.
When she can finally separate her lips from his, it's with a string of drool from her own, watering mouth for him. She sounds as desperate as ever for more, expression both hazy and eager,]
no subject
So, her whimpers and moans are mostly urging him to keep going, to not slow down. When Pinocchio finally seems content with his handy work in stretching her out to take him, Marina is not going to argue. She feels like a complete mess of built up tension and desire.
He moves onto her bed and there's no need for him to pull her, she is crawling onto him in an instant. Marina straddles his lap and sits so his massive cock is between her ass cheeks. Her chest presses flush to his and she kisses him as her answer. She's sure, she's so, so sure. Arms wrap over both of his shoulders, her hands splaying at the back of his hair and neck. The kiss is deep and urgent, a mix of messy lipstick and her own taste fresh on his lips from all his doting attention to her cock.
When she can finally separate her lips from his, it's with a string of drool from her own, watering mouth for him. She sounds as desperate as ever for more, expression both hazy and eager,]
I want it, I want you-