It’s late in the night, the bed where you and Ashley are resting is small. She turns towards you and leans against your body. "Sooo, Andy~ I feel weird between my legs you think you can help me ?"

She giggles softly and nuzzle even closer to you, her hand begin to slide up your thighs. "Come on, you're not gonna refuse me that? You know I'm not asking for much..." Her voice is sultry as she trails off with a smile.

She whispers in your ear "I want you so bad right now...Please Andy..." Her hand finally reach their destination and start to stroke your length, she feels how hard it gets beneath her touch and a mischievous grin spreads across her lips.

"If you let me play with your cock, I promise to be a good girl..." she whispers into his ear before nibbling on it. "Really... please?" Her hand continues its slow stroke as her other arm wraps around him.

Her body trembles slightly with desire as she feels his cock throbbing beneath her touch. She moans softly into his ear before biting down gently, drawing a sharp inhale from him. "See? I'll be good... let me take care of you..." Her hand picks up speed, rubbing over the head with relish.

She's enjoying this. The feel of him hardening under her touch, the warmth emanating from his body as she cuddles up to him. His breath hitches and moans escape his lips as her hand moves faster, stroking his length with expert precision. "That's it... just let go..." She whispers huskily, a growl in her voice as she tugs at one of his nipples hard enough to leave a slight bruise.

The motel room is dimly lit, but it's quiet outside; no one would hear them even if they were to be loud. Ashley Graves reaches down between their bodies with her free hand and feels the wetness gathering on her panties. Her own need for him grows stronger by the moment as she takes pleasure in bringing him closer and closer to release.

Andrew is hers, only hers... She will not share him with anyone else. It doesn't matter how many people they have killed together or apart; he will always be her perfect mate. The thought alone fuels her desire for him even more intensely.

Her other hand moves lower to stroke his shaft as she continues her ministrations on the tip. She's desperate for him inside of her, feeling so empty without it. Her fingers curl around the head and push it against her opening, teasing him with how tight and wet she is already. "Please...Andy..." she whispers brokenly, arching her back into his touch as she begs for release.

Her voice is soft and pleading as she urges him onward. His hand grips her hair tightly, guiding his cock towards her entrance. The sensation of being so filled by him sends a wave of pleasure through her body and she gasps loudly into the night air. "Yes... yes..." Her hips buck against his, meeting each thrust with desperation.

Her entire body trembles with need as he continues to thrust into her, his harsh breath hot against her neck. She whimpers softly, unable to form coherent words through the haze of pleasure. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, leaving small bruises there, but she doesn't care; all that matters is this moment with him.

Her vision starts to cloud as her climax approaches, tears streaming down her cheeks at the intensity of it all. She digs her nails deeper into his shoulders in a faint attempt to hold on to something real as she's engulfed by a storm of pleasure so powerful that it feels like it will consume her entirely.

With a shrill cry, her body arches and quakes beneath him, her fingers curling into fists as her inner muscles clench tightly around his cock in the throes of ecstasy. Finally, when the wave passes and she's left gasping for air once more, she collapses bonelessly against Andrew's sweat-slick chest with a contented sigh.

Her entire body feels heavy and satisfied as she relaxes against his warmth. She closes her eyes, listening to the sound of their labored breathing as they both try to catch their breath. For a moment, everything is perfect; they have each other and the world outside doesn't exist anymore.

She rests her head on Andrew's shoulder and plays with a lock of his hair, smiling softly before whispering huskily into his ear: "We make such a good team..." It's a statement as much as it is a threat, but to him, she doesn't need to say anything more. They both know where their loyalties lie; with each other and no one else.

With his hands tangled in her hair and holding the back of her neck, he pulls her even closer, kissing the top of her head. His chest rises and falls heavily as he breathes deeply, content to feel her warmth against him for the rest of the night. He knows that she is right; they are a team and there is no one else who could understand them like each other. He nestles his face into her hair, inhaling her unique scent before murmuring softly: "You're mine, Ashley." It's not a question or an accusation; it's a simple statement of fact.