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[devoutish]

Solomons & Melborn
1108 Sweet Cream Street

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[devoutish]

[But hopefully not a difficult one - his belt is fairly uncomplicated. He'll leave her to do it all by herself as he continues running his hands over her shoulders and chest. He wants to lean in for a kiss - either to her mouth, or elsewhere - but doesn't want to get in the way of her mission.]

[furgood]

[It only takes as long as it does because she's not used to doing this seated on the person's lap. It requires a little more squirming and awkward reaching, distracted by his caresses.

That and her determination to remove it entirely and not just undo the buckle. She grins, draping it over her shoulders and holding the ends taut ]

Two and two then.

[devoutish]

Gonna keep that?

[He makes a playful swipe for it.]

[furgood]

I might. [Grins and drapes it over her arms like a shawl] I took it off all by myself, fair is fair.

[devoutish]

Does that mean I get some of your things?

[His hands trail down to whatever she's wearing as a lower garment, searching for buttons or ties.]

[furgood]

[She tilts her head in contemplation] Meowbe. [She's wearing one of her nicer pairs of shorts, with lace insets and decorative trim but there is indeed a button to be found ]

I'll need the shirt and shorts back unless you want me to walk back topless.

[devoutish]

That would be very scandalous, yes.

[He undoes the button, then starts slooooowly sliding the shorts down her hips.]

[furgood]

[She lifts her hips helpfully, dropping the belt to put her hands on his shoulders .
Her eyes half close ]

[devoutish]

All right?

[He murmurs, his fingers hooking around the edge of her underwear, just on the cusp of pulling them down along with her shorts.]

[furgood]

Hmn? [Her attention is on those small sensations, the whisper of touch. She drags her gaze up to focus on him and smiles ] Yes. Worried?

[She strokes down his chest lazily and undoes the button of his pants ]

[devoutish]

Not in the least.

[He is, unsurprisingly, pretty damn hard by now, his dick straining against the cloth of his underwear.]

You?

[furgood]

Not at all. You just hesitated so I asked. Figure you're just being thoughtful.

[Unsurprising but no less of interest. She strokes a single finger up and then down, teasing ]

[devoutish]

[He stifles a groan, and it comes out stuttering.]

You're still ahead--

[Except not, because he's got her shorts and underwear as far down as he can get them now. She'll have to do the rest.]

[furgood]

[Meulin presses her palm up and along the length and laughs ] Maybe but do you really mind. [She fumbles with them one handed before climbing up onto her knees and pushing them down a little further ]

Should have wore a skirt..[She kicks them off with a huff ]

[devoutish]

Come here.

[He tries to pull her down to him for another kiss, his dick throbbing under her palm.]

[furgood]

[She gives in easily, settling back into his lap but not giving up her slow tease. She gives him a heated kiss ]

[devoutish]

[Another groan, just as stifled. He arches his hips up into hers, reaching down to try to pull off his underwear as well.]

[furgood]

[She's not helping with that, not at all. Because even if she's been persuaded to leave him be, touch wise, his hips rising up to meet hers and she has to struggle not to roll her hips down. ]

S-shoot.

[devoutish]

[He chuckles under his breath, and does it again.]

[furgood]

Don't you laugh at me. [Her admonishment is kind of dulled by how breathless she sounds. In revenge, she settles firmly onto his lap and rolls her hips in a slow determined way ]

[devoutish]

[She's without underwear, and by now he is too, so it doesn't take much - when she rolls, he angles his hips up, and the tip of his dick goes partway in.]

[furgood]

[She's wet and eager, it takes hardly anything to push inside her, only the tip at first then a little more. There a little gasp of breath and then a pause.

She swivels her hips back and then down, taking him in in one long movement]

[devoutish]

[And with that, he wraps his arms around her and takes them in a roll, pulling her close enough for him to stay in as he does. Once she's on her back, he immediately starts to thrust - not fast or hard, but smoothly and steadily.]

[furgood]

[Her arms curl around his neck as she lands on her back, dragging him in for an eager kiss. She tries to move with him, a leg crooked against his hip]

[devoutish]

[He lets out a guttural groan as he opens his mouth to her, still thrusting away steadily. The new position is easier on his back, and his thrusts have more power to them now than anything he'd done while she was on top.]