"I do love the things you have to say," he replies as he stops moving again. Jaskier notices all the squirming and grins, loving every second of it. "You should say those things more often - mayhaps in parties for your family and husband to hear." The mental image of their faces is amusing as hell.
Suddenly, he pulls his body away, but he doesn't pull out - this is part of the teasing. He runs his hands up and down Midge's back, humming to help her deal with this delicious frustration. Soon his hands stay down to massage her arse, which looks amazing around his cock.
"Such a gorgeous thing you are. Look at you, giving yourself up for me." He thrusts one single time. "Wet, needy, and so bloody tight. Desperate to get thoroughly fucked." Another thrust. "To be corrupted by the local bachelor. You giggle cutely for the public in your pretty dresses, but I know the truth." And one more. "I know what you need. I know how much you like my cock - but I need you to say it. Ask me to break you, Baroness. Beg for me."
“You’re just trying to get me in trouble,” she says, smiling at him. Jaskier loves the idea of her speaking her mind and shocking people. She doesn’t tend to do it around her family as much, but sometimes, if they piss her off enough…
Jaskier’s hands on her skin are like matches lighting a flame. Every thrust earns him a little yelp from her. “Wet and tight, just for you,” she confirms. “My husband is barely inside of me long enough to enjoy it. I love how you corrupt me, Jaskier. I’ve never felt so free, so satisfied…”
Midge looks up at him cutely, batting her eyelashes. “Please fuck me,” she begs. “I need to feel you come inside me.”
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Suddenly, he pulls his body away, but he doesn't pull out - this is part of the teasing. He runs his hands up and down Midge's back, humming to help her deal with this delicious frustration. Soon his hands stay down to massage her arse, which looks amazing around his cock.
"Such a gorgeous thing you are. Look at you, giving yourself up for me." He thrusts one single time. "Wet, needy, and so bloody tight. Desperate to get thoroughly fucked." Another thrust. "To be corrupted by the local bachelor. You giggle cutely for the public in your pretty dresses, but I know the truth." And one more. "I know what you need. I know how much you like my cock - but I need you to say it. Ask me to break you, Baroness. Beg for me."
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Jaskier’s hands on her skin are like matches lighting a flame. Every thrust earns him a little yelp from her. “Wet and tight, just for you,” she confirms. “My husband is barely inside of me long enough to enjoy it. I love how you corrupt me, Jaskier. I’ve never felt so free, so satisfied…”
Midge looks up at him cutely, batting her eyelashes. “Please fuck me,” she begs. “I need to feel you come inside me.”