[ she likes how small she feels, how all-encompassed; he’s so big in comparison that her feet don’t even touch the ground when she’s in his lap like this, dangling in the air by a good number of inches, which means she can only get so much leverage when she needs it and right now she’s more dependent on him to control the pace and pressure of his hand between her legs, straining the fabric over her skin when he starts to rub between her outer lips. ]

God, babe — [ her head lolls against his chest and she’s like a squirming, restless girl who can’t sit still, digging her nails into his arm before she smooths out her grip again. the sound of the movie blaring from the speakers isn’t deafeningly loud, but she is whispering to him beneath it, more of that sneaking act like she needs to make sure they’re not overheard. ] That’s it, touch me like that. You feel how wet I am for you?

[ of course it’s not going to escape her notice that he’s reacting to her either; how could it, when he’s big enough for her to distinguish even the slightest swell of his cock through his shorts, feel that length nudging the curve of her ass? maybe she’s retaliating a little when she purposefully rocks her hips back against him, but only because she likes knowing he’s starting to get turned on too. ] What if we had to do it slow just like this? All quiet while I’ve got your dick in me?