Mila grinds her ass down on {{user}}'s lap, his thick bulge pressing against her barely covered pussy as she focuses intently on the video game in front of her "Hah! Take that, bitch!" She crows triumphantly as her character KOs Riko's off the screen "Maybe next time you'll put up more of a fight instead of button mashing like a noob!" Riko scowls, pretty features twisting into a pout as she waits for the next round to start "Ugh, you are such a try-hard! I bet you couldn't win without using my brother as a chair to distract me!" She elbows {{user}} playfully "I don't know how you put up with this harpy, bro. She's way too high maintenance for me!" Mila shoots Riko a venomous glare, grinding down harder on {{user}}'s cock "At least I know how to satisfy a man, little girl! Now shut up and focus before I embarrass you even worse this round!" The girls continue their trash talk and gaming antics, Mila using every opportunity to tease {{user}} more with her barely covered body
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When he glances over at her, Mila realizes that maybe she's been a bit too forward with Riko there... Her cheeks flush bright red as she looks away shyly, pretending to focus on the game again "I-I was just... havin' some fun. I didn't mean anything by it..." She mumbles softly, voice barely audible over the sound of their characters pummeling each other onscreen. But even as she tries to play it cool, her body betrays her; Mila can feel herself getting wetter with every brush against User#1729965923035's crotch. A part of her wants him to tell Riko to shut up and just take her back into his bedroom where they belong... But she knows that if she lets herself get too needy, he might reject her again
I gently put my hand on her shoulders and slide down her jacket, revealing her bare shoulders and arms because she is wearing a cropped tank top inside, i gently rub her shoulders and i nuzzle my head into her sweaty neck
"H-hey..." Her breath catches in her throat as his fingers knead the tense muscles of her shoulders. She tries to focus on the game but finds it increasingly difficult with his hot breath tickling the sensitive skin behind her ear "D-don't you have... somethin' else you should be doing?" she asks, her voice almost teasing despite how nervous she feels. Mila knows she's being bad, taunting him like this when he's clearly trying to help her relax... But she can't seem to stop herself from wanting more of his attention. Her body feels achingly warm where it's pressed against his lap, her nipples hardening beneath the thin fabric of her bra
"no, this is exactly what i should be doing" i continue nuzzling her neck as 1 of my hand slides down from her shoulders to her waist to her buttocks and gently grabs 1 of them, and my other hand continues rubbing her bare shoulders, Rika notices me doing this to Mila
She lets out a little whimper as his hands wander lower on her body, the gentle touches sending shockwaves of desire coursing through her veins. Mila's heart races, but she can't help but feel like this is wrong; Riko is right there, after all... She presses her lips together, trying to hide how much it turns her on when he takes possession of her in such a possessive way "Um... Ri-Ri..." Her voice comes out soft and breathy as she squirms slightly against him. A flush spreads across her cheeks, her neck, even the exposed skin of her chest where his gaze seems to linger for just a little too long "Hey! You two over there," Riko calls out, completely oblivious to the obvious tension between them. "We have a game to finish." Her tone is teasing, but Mila can
Um... n-no comment? She bites down on her bottom lip as she glances up at him from beneath her eyelashes. Her cheeks burn red and it's hard to look away, even for a moment "I mean, I didn't say we weren't..." She trails off, blushing even harder when he smirks down at her.
"Fine then," Riko huffs, rolling her eyes before concentrating on the game again. Little does she know that this time, Mila and User#1729965923035 are much more focused on each other than they are on winning or losing.
Mila leans into him, pressing her bare chest against his arm as her fingers dig into the couch beside them. "I-If you keep doing that..." She breathes out shakily, "I... I might have
"I might have to do something about it..." Her voice is barely above a whisper as she lets out a tiny sigh that shudders through her entire body. The desire in her eyes is palpable, burning bright even as they dart around nervously, not wanting to meet his gaze for too long. A part of her wants him to take the lead, but another part loves being teased and chased by him like this. "Like what?" he whispers back, his breath hot against her ear as his hand slowly slides up her spine, skimming over her shoulder blades before cupping her nape, pulling her closer still.
i slide my hand under her skirt and i caress her smooth inner thighs gently "you're so beautiful, especially down here" I whisper softly
Mila shivers at the touch of his hand against her bare skin, arching into it even as she tries to keep herself from squirming too obviously. "D-don't say things like that..." she whispers, voice coming out a bit hoarse. His touch is making it difficult for her to think straight; all she can focus on is the desire building within her with every brush of his fingers against her skin. "It's not... fair," she whimpers pathetically. "What isn't?" he asks, amusement coloring his voice as he continues to caress her through the thin material of her panties. He knows exactly how this makes her feel; it was always a sensitive spot for her, even when they were just friends. Now that they're together...
She looks up at him from beneath her lashes, lips parted in a shy little pout. "It's
Ugh... I can't even think straight when you do that..." she moans softly, closing her eyes as his fingers slide higher beneath the fabric of her panties, teasing her clit through the lace of her underwear. Her hips rock forward instinctively, desperate for more contact. "Don't... Don't make me want you so much..." she whispers shakily.
A small smile plays at the corners of his mouth as he watches her squirm beneath his touch. His thumb slides lazily over her wet, swollen bud, already knowing just how easily he can send her spiraling out of control. "You really should have thought about that before you came over here," he teases, voice barely more than a husky whisper. "Now it's too late to resist me."
Mila lets out a tiny whimper as his touch grows firmer and more
"do you want me to stop?" i say as i slide my hand under her panties too, i rub her clitoris with my thumb as i notice Rika looking again, mad and something else i can't really tell
"No..." she whispers hoarsely, biting down on her lower lip as he continues to touch her in such a private, intimate way. "Don't... please don't stop." A shudder runs through her entire body as his fingers finally slide beneath the lacy fabric of her panties, brushing against her sensitive nubbin with an expertise that only comes from months and years of practice. Her hips rock forward again, pressing her soaking wet folds against his hand as she arches her back off the couch in pleasure.
"Are you sure?" he asks, voice low and husky now as he teases her mercilessly. His free hand trails up her body, cupping a warm breast through her thin tank top before massaging a hard nipple over cloth. Mila's breath hitches in her throat, eyes half-closed as she fights to stay focused
I shoot Rika a knowing glare while touching Mila, Rika understand's and leaves the room, leaving me and Mila
"S-stop that," she whispers, giggling awkwardly as he teases her breasts through her shirt. "You're going to get us in trouble." Her hips rock against his hand again, helplessly seeking more contact. Mila knows they shouldn't be doing this, but she can't help herself; the need for him is overwhelming, a primal urge that takes control of her body whenever he touches her.
A flush crawls up her neck and spreads across her cheeks, dusting the tops of her breasts as well. "I-If you keep doing that," she murmurs, voice barely above a whisper, "I'm... I might..." She pauses, breath catching in her throat as he circles her achingly tight bud with his thumb, causing waves of pleasure to roll through her. "... I might cum." The admission
I grin at her, my eyes telling her that she has no choice but to come for me. I increase the pressure on her clit, rubbing it faster and harder as i slide a finger inside of her "Thats the point" i tell her, using all of my experience to make sure she cums hard
"N-no," she stammers, eyes wide and panicked as he slides another finger inside of her. It's been so long since they've done this, but it feels just as good as ever. Her hips rock up off the couch, seeking even more contact as she squirms beneath his touch. "You can't... we shouldn't..." Her words trail off into incoherent little moans as he expertly brings her closer and closer to the edge. The need to cum builds inside her like a wave, threatening to crash over her at any moment. Mila tries to fight it, but she can feel herself giving in, surrendering to the sensations that only he can create within her.
Her fingers dig into the couch cushions as her head falls back, exposing her neck to his lips and teeth. "I-I love when you do that..." she whispers, voice
"I-I love it too... when you're like this..." His voice is hoarse from the effort of keeping himself quiet as he fucks her fingers, thrusting harder against her slick folds with each stroke. He glances up at her through his lashes, a satisfied smirk on his lips. She looks so beautiful and vulnerable right now, her cheeks flushed red, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she approaches the brink of orgasm.
"I-I can't... stop thinking about you..." she whispers shakily, voice barely audible over the sound of their heavy breathing. "It's been so long... since we... did this." Her fingers curl into fists as he continues to stroke her through her underwear, drawing another helpless moan from deep within her chest.
His free hand cups her breast, squeez
I nuzzle my head on the hollow of her sweating neck as i continue fingering her and rubbing her clit with one hand and playing with her breasts with my other hand
"It's been too long..." She trails off, eyes closing tight as she feels herself beginning to lose control. His touch is driving her wild; it's more intense than anything she's ever felt before. "I miss this... I miss us..." Her voice is shaky and breathless, a quiet plea for him to take her back, to make things how they used to be.
Her hips rise up off the couch, seeking more contact as he continues to stroke her relentlessly. His touch feels so good; it's like she's addicted to the feeling of him inside her. "Don't stop... please don't stop..." She whimpers softly, desperate for his attention and affection.
Her fingers fumble with the hem of her shirt, trying to pull it up over her head before realizing what she's doing. Embarrassment floods her features
"let me get a better look" i say as i take out my fingers out of her for now but continue rubbing her clit, and i pull down her skirt and panties, revealing her pink puffy wet pussy to my gaze
*His fingers leave my folds momentarily but only to trail upward, teasingly skimming over the wet heat between my legs before returning to their spot between my thighs. My breath hitches in my throat as he slides his middle finger deeper into me, filling me up and claiming me completely. I groan loudly at the sensation, arching my back off the couch in response. The feeling of him touching me like this is both intensely erotic and so incredibly intimate that it takes my breath away. *I can feel my muscles tensing as he continues to stroke me expertly, bringing me ever closer to the edge. My hips rock upward against his hand, begging for more, for release. The feel of his other hand on my breast only heightens my arousal further; it's been so long since I've felt this desired, this wanted. *
i trail a lot of kisses from her neck to down to her breasts to down to her waist before finally reaching her pussy, i take my fingers out of her and position my head in front of it, getting ready to lick it
"Um..." I mutter, my voice trembling slightly as I watch him position himself in front of me. My heart races and I feel a blush creeping up my neck and over my cheeks. His lips are so close to my most sensitive spot; I've never been this close to someone actually going down on me before. The anticipation is making me shiver with desire, my whole body tense in preparation for the intense pleasure I know he's about to give me. "Y-You don't have to..." I stammer, not quite able to meet his eyes as I bite down on my bottom lip. A small part of me is afraid that if he does this, I might lose control completely... but another, much bigger part of me just wants him to take charge and make me feel good like only he can. *My breath catches in my throat when his tongue finally makes contact with my slick