[Justine has no qualms about taking what she wants and right now the direction of her desires is clear and unchanging. She wants to feel him beneath her palm, experience him like the heady sensation of a sweet drug consuming her senses.
Her lips part and a soft exhale escapes her lungs as Majima pulls her onto his lap. Her thighs rest on either side of his hips while her arms rest loosely between them.]
Majima. [Justine exhales his name as a moan rises to her lips. His teeth scraps against the lace of her bra, sending little bolts of electricity out through her limbs. She rises her chest towards him and silently begs for more.
A second passes and Justine begins to earnestly unbutton his shirt, pushing the fabric away to revel the smooth muscular lines of his torso.
Her nails scrapped across his shoulders while her hips press against him and rock in a slow steady rhythm. She focuses on the touch of his erection against the thin fabric of her panties and gasps as heat pulses through her sex, sending tendrils of fire through her frame.]
Yes. [Once again she exhales the word in a sensual gasp, desperately wanting to be rid of all of the fabric bunched between them.
This isn't how she'd thought the night would go but Justine is hardly complaining. Strong hands hold her while his breath dances like fire across her skin. Her nails bite a little harder into his shoulders before dragging her fingers down his biceps and pulling him close.
Justine reminds herself that they don't have to rush but Majima is skillfully driving her wild.]
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Her lips part and a soft exhale escapes her lungs as Majima pulls her onto his lap. Her thighs rest on either side of his hips while her arms rest loosely between them.]
Majima. [Justine exhales his name as a moan rises to her lips. His teeth scraps against the lace of her bra, sending little bolts of electricity out through her limbs. She rises her chest towards him and silently begs for more.
A second passes and Justine begins to earnestly unbutton his shirt, pushing the fabric away to revel the smooth muscular lines of his torso.
Her nails scrapped across his shoulders while her hips press against him and rock in a slow steady rhythm. She focuses on the touch of his erection against the thin fabric of her panties and gasps as heat pulses through her sex, sending tendrils of fire through her frame.]
Yes. [Once again she exhales the word in a sensual gasp, desperately wanting to be rid of all of the fabric bunched between them.
This isn't how she'd thought the night would go but Justine is hardly complaining. Strong hands hold her while his breath dances like fire across her skin. Her nails bite a little harder into his shoulders before dragging her fingers down his biceps and pulling him close.
Justine reminds herself that they don't have to rush but Majima is skillfully driving her wild.]