[ Despite being prude compared to her roommate, Kenzi has always been a responsive, excitable little thing in the sack. Even hungover, her body is quick to respond to the relentless stroke of his fingers combined with the nasty things he says to her, looking her in the eye the whole time. It was difficult to hold his gaze for very long, not when he was already pushing her towards her first orgasm of the afternoon.
It should weird her out, the way he got so graphic with her, explaining the various ways he thought of fucking her. If it was a week ago, she would have stopped him before he even got to the description of her first orgasm. But now she was listening to him, as best she could with his fingers playing her like a finely tuned instrument. She couldn't help the way her hips started to roll into those motions, the way heat crawled through her with every uttered word, licked at her, urged her to do as he supposed she wanted to do: cum with him inside of her.
Of course, it was his fingers her body tightened around. It was the steady, rough slap of his palm against her clit, the stroke of those long, delicious fingers that had her quaking beneath him. Her hands moved to his head, to grip at his hair but she didn't scream his name this time, not yet. Instead she sucked in five desperate breaths as her pale skin flushed all over and then she released a low sound something sounding like a mixture of his name and ohhhhh; mostly because she didn't know she could come this fast.]
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It should weird her out, the way he got so graphic with her, explaining the various ways he thought of fucking her. If it was a week ago, she would have stopped him before he even got to the description of her first orgasm. But now she was listening to him, as best she could with his fingers playing her like a finely tuned instrument. She couldn't help the way her hips started to roll into those motions, the way heat crawled through her with every uttered word, licked at her, urged her to do as he supposed she wanted to do: cum with him inside of her.
Of course, it was his fingers her body tightened around. It was the steady, rough slap of his palm against her clit, the stroke of those long, delicious fingers that had her quaking beneath him. Her hands moved to his head, to grip at his hair but she didn't scream his name this time, not yet. Instead she sucked in five desperate breaths as her pale skin flushed all over and then she released a low sound something sounding like a mixture of his name and ohhhhh; mostly because she didn't know she could come this fast.]