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Here you sat on your husband's lap, watching as he meddled with a few pieces of sun-dried human skin. He was sewing, making himself another mask
You just wanted to help him out, wanted a bit of attention.
So you got said attention, currently speared on his aching cock. You faced his chest, arms wrapped loosely around his middle as your face pressed into his chest.
He continued to sew, acting unbothered and normal, as if his girl’s aching center wasn’t perfectly pressed against him.
You shut your eyes, trying to concentrate on anything but the twitching dick inside of you but to no avail. A soft whine left your lips, eyes squeezing shut as you fought the urge to rock your hips.
Thomas could sense your unease, bringing a hand down to rub your back, trailing down to your ass, giving it a little smack. That didn’t help at all, a soft moan falling from our lips as your cunt fluttered around him again, hearing a growl above you.
Your hands rested on his back, feeling the fabric of his thin shirt. And then it happened; you finally rocked your hips against his. A subconscious move for sure, but he growled again anyways.
He carefully dropped his project, both of his hands moving to your hips, helping you move back and forth on his lap.
You moaned out, head leaning back with your eyes blissfully shut. He continued, grunting and groaning as his hips snapped up, driving his cock even deeper into your dripping cunt.
“Thomas-!” you cried out, already so close to that delicious edge. He was too, resting his forehead to yours as he grunted and groaned.
He picked up the pace, rolling your hips against his as a louder moan fell from your lips, hips stuttering as you came hard.
He kept up the pace, growling deeply into your shoulder as he came as well, sated inside you.
Soft pants escaped your lips as you tried to catch your breath, while Thomas breathed in your scent, his maskless face pressed to your neck.
You smiled, pulling back to kiss him. He eagerly reciprocated, his tongue pressing into your mouth, needing a taste.
The two of you sat there for a while longer; tenderly making out, soft rolls of each other’s hips.
He thrusted up again, as another moan fell from your lips, grinding down on him again.
He picked up the pace once more, forehead pressed to yours as he groaned, concentrating only on making you feel good.
Another soft whine left your lips, already close again. He just knew how to make you melt, figuring out your body like it was his own. He knew what brought you pleasure, what made you feel uncomfortable.
But most of all, he knew you loved sitting on his achingly hard cock as he worked, waiting patiently for a good fuck.
You were close again, eyes shut tightly as you moved your hips against his, making sure he felt the same pleasure you did.
“Tommy-“ you whispered, letting him press more kisses to your face. Your mind was absolutely mush, clouded over with pleasure as you came again, moaning out his name as he came a second time, burying himself in to the hilt.
He stilled, panting roughly near your ear, resting his head on your shoulder. A weary smile pulled at your lips as you shut your eyes, leaning against him as you drifted off..
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