"Fuck." Steve drops to his elbows over Maeve as he rocks into her palm, feeling his cock drag against the thin material of his shorts. He lets his teeth graze across her nipple and then lifts his head to kiss her again, shifting until he can lift his hand and reach down to grip her through her shorts.
She's searing hot between her legs and Steve grinds his palm down as she rocks up, pulling back enough to look at her face as his thumb hooks in the waistband of her little shorts, tugging them down a little. All he can really think about is hot she is against his hand and he wants to know if she's wet, and how she'd feel around his fingers.
"I want to make you come so bad," he pants out against her lips, tugging at the button of her shorts until it pops open. He places his hand low on her belly, pulling back to look at her as his fingertips dip below the top of her tights and pause there, just above her underwear. "Can I?"
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She's searing hot between her legs and Steve grinds his palm down as she rocks up, pulling back enough to look at her face as his thumb hooks in the waistband of her little shorts, tugging them down a little. All he can really think about is hot she is against his hand and he wants to know if she's wet, and how she'd feel around his fingers.
"I want to make you come so bad," he pants out against her lips, tugging at the button of her shorts until it pops open. He places his hand low on her belly, pulling back to look at her as his fingertips dip below the top of her tights and pause there, just above her underwear. "Can I?"