[ she still remembers the first time they'd ever fucked, hot and needy and desperate in the hallway of roman's club, but somehow this is almost better, because there's nothing fueling it other than pure existing mutual want, and maybe she's biased too — a lot biased — but she's pretty sure they've only gotten better at it since, especially when they're at home like this and there's nothing stopping them from loudly and openly embracing how good it feels. she wants to hear the sounds he makes every time, those deep groans that rise up from his chest as she seats herself on his dick.

his hips lift up enough to lift her a little along with it and she gasps before laughing, giddy and flushed with arousal, resecuring her purchase against the mattress with her knees resettling on either side of his body as she adjusts the rhythm of her grind, long and slow rolls that let her feel her cunt dragging tight around his shaft as she slicks him up even more, makes an even bigger mess of him.

his warm hands on her sensitive tits prompt another soft sound from her, and that moan stutters when he squeezes to milk her again, firm enough to prompt more of a spray than a drip to rain down on him, and she swears it makes her clench even tighter around his dick, makes her thighs judder as the delicious sensation steers her closer to her relief. ]

I know you like watchin'. Just like I like you watchin' me too. [ she sits up, leans back, a widening of her legs enabling him to get a better view as she runs fingers up the hilt of his cock before stroking where they're joined, where she's stretched around him. her touch finds the puffy bud of her clit, the metal pierced through it and she rubs herself slowly, maintaining that idle rock of her hips to let him see that movement. a moan hitches around the soft stream of words spilling from her lips. ] You're gonna make me come on this dick, Red. Gonna make me come — so hard.