[PAST] It's a Whore's World

There was no need to rush now, the door closed behind them and everything else beyond meant nothing within their private bubble. The tension built in his shoulders from the weight of his mask slipped away, the only eyes on him hers, the complete and captivated audience of one. Ruth sighed, head tilting to one side, appreciating how her ass swayed back and forth while she crawled back towards him, weaving her hands along his while they worked free the leather of his belt.

Eyes watched her, his hands leaving hers to slide along her thighs and pull her onto him, loosened pants grinding into her. More hands, less work, he’d tease, then hum as her fingers soon traced across his skin. Chuckling, his voice then lowering, But you take it so well, and it always fires you up again. I’ve never heard any complaints. He pulled away enough to discard one layer, then the next until down to bare skin, pants kicked off and flicked into a corner somewhere.

A hand travelled up from her hip to the back of her neck, deepening the kiss she sought from him, teeth biting her lower lip roughly. Her words stroked his ego, truthfully spoken. He’d never had to part with one single copper since the first night, they’d taught each other a thing or two, but it went deeper than that.

Sliding down, out of his grasp, Ruth’s attention switched to observe a new, captivating view. A guiding hand wrapped around himself, drew the head of his cock along her entrance to tease the both of them. Fuck I missed this, and without a further word of warning, sink himself into her, feels perfectly like the first time all over again, he’d grunt, mentally fighting against the endorphins fogging his mind. A slow series of thrusts began, eyes watching her face intently, teeth biting his lower lip a moment, stalling a shit eating grin. Then he lowered himself, one hand drawing along her thigh to better gain a deeper angle on his next slow deeper thrust.

Lips found an ear first, Cos I’m the only one who slow fucks you there, pausing his pace balls deep, and back again, retreating once again to resume the building pace. C’mere with those pretty lips, I already ate the others, it’s their turn.