Messy on context is good, like well fucked but sweaty is good messy.
He'd been a little spoiled by her over time, she cooked, she cleaned, she saw to his needs. But that was because most of their needs were the same. Right now her need was an aching emptiness and a pair of slik, damp thighs. She gotten wet in the shower, well more wet, watching him cum. She loved to see it, loved knowing the high she'd given him and the general way he acted after.
Birdy walked in. Short but formed by the same sort of figure fantasy artists drew. Large breasts, small waist, curved hips and an ass that you could bounce a quarter off. She knew he liked her body, liked her... what had he said once? Portablity?
When she reached the bed, rather than walk around it she simply dropped forward, hands walking up, joined by knees as she slinked catlike toward him.
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He'd been a little spoiled by her over time, she cooked, she cleaned, she saw to his needs. But that was because most of their needs were the same. Right now her need was an aching emptiness and a pair of slik, damp thighs. She gotten wet in the shower, well more wet, watching him cum. She loved to see it, loved knowing the high she'd given him and the general way he acted after.
Birdy walked in. Short but formed by the same sort of figure fantasy artists drew. Large breasts, small waist, curved hips and an ass that you could bounce a quarter off. She knew he liked her body, liked her... what had he said once? Portablity?
When she reached the bed, rather than walk around it she simply dropped forward, hands walking up, joined by knees as she slinked catlike toward him.
"You called?"