Music to my ears, sweetheart. ( because that's the right answers, honestly. fp's got a lazy smile on his lips, looking at jem like a cat pleased the mouse has laid out in the trap.

he looks down between them, hand still in her hair as she moves his free hand to her cunt, swollen and hot. he slides his fingers forward, slides two within that tempting heat where she's loose and quivering around him, pumps slow. ) I guess naughty girls do get what they want.

( her lips are plush against his and fp licks into her mouth, confident and not eager but as if it's his right to taste and claim each gasp, each little desperate mewls as his hand tightens in his hair and he fucks his hand up into her pussy until she sways and he has to hold her against his frame, hair free from twisting fingers that more her how he wants. until they need to breathe. ) Wait on the chair for me, bend over and show me your pretty cunt.

( because no matter what he was going for that toy. she'd look so pretty in the collar he picks up with the chain attached to a pink plug, a little heart on the end. fp chuckles, this place really has it all. )