But the excitement of it all has any and all rational thoughts be thrown out the window. Just a burning curiosity to see how this will all go? How far would their desires take them? It feels... right to let loose. Much as he likes giving up all control to Monika in this situation, he has an idea to wrestle that control away from her, but he'll let Monika have her fun first.
With the blade no longer on his throat, his body soon relaxes and he lets out a breath that he's kept holding the entire time. Now, he gets to relax a bit and enjoy the view of her undressing before him. The front now, rather than her back, drinking in the sight. Only for Moinika to then hit him with a word that gets a somewhat surprise look on his face. Said surprise is just him raising both his brows, but it lasts for half a second before his expression goes back to his normal stoic.
Cute?
No, that... Has to be a coincidence. It has to be. Of course, Monika would think herself cute, right? No way she actually had heard him earlier this morning.
Instinct has his hands immediately go for a squeeze as soon as he feels the softness pressed against his palms. He wasn't actively thinking about them, but.... she's right that's what he wants.]
You got me there....
[He still blames Monika for that. Loving her breasts so much, that is. Without much ado, his fingers squeeze the soft mounds more harshly, fingers pinching, tweaking, and rubbing the hardened nipples. If she's letting him crush them so lovingly, then he'll do just as encouraged.
He ruts against Monika's crotch; her juice makes his erect cock slick and wet and his own pre paints her stomach, as he humps his hips against her.
However, he can't have Monika thinks she has full control over him yet. She'll have to do some work to achieve that. So, he yanks one of his hands free of Monika's grip, abandoning a breast. Then he dips his head down and aims for the breast he just abandoned, engulfing the nipple with his mouth and then sinking his teeth into the tender flesh. Nothing harsh, but surely she'll feel them.
Does he care that she's still able to threaten him with a knife? The thought possibly entered his mind for half a second, but it's soon disregarded in favor of having a taste of her nipple and breast.]
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But the excitement of it all has any and all rational thoughts be thrown out the window. Just a burning curiosity to see how this will all go? How far would their desires take them? It feels... right to let loose. Much as he likes giving up all control to Monika in this situation, he has an idea to wrestle that control away from her, but he'll let Monika have her fun first.
With the blade no longer on his throat, his body soon relaxes and he lets out a breath that he's kept holding the entire time. Now, he gets to relax a bit and enjoy the view of her undressing before him. The front now, rather than her back, drinking in the sight. Only for Moinika to then hit him with a word that gets a somewhat surprise look on his face. Said surprise is just him raising both his brows, but it lasts for half a second before his expression goes back to his normal stoic.
Cute?
No, that... Has to be a coincidence. It has to be. Of course, Monika would think herself cute, right? No way she actually had heard him earlier this morning.
Instinct has his hands immediately go for a squeeze as soon as he feels the softness pressed against his palms. He wasn't actively thinking about them, but.... she's right that's what he wants.]
You got me there....
[He still blames Monika for that. Loving her breasts so much, that is. Without much ado, his fingers squeeze the soft mounds more harshly, fingers pinching, tweaking, and rubbing the hardened nipples. If she's letting him crush them so lovingly, then he'll do just as encouraged.
He ruts against Monika's crotch; her juice makes his erect cock slick and wet and his own pre paints her stomach, as he humps his hips against her.
However, he can't have Monika thinks she has full control over him yet. She'll have to do some work to achieve that. So, he yanks one of his hands free of Monika's grip, abandoning a breast. Then he dips his head down and aims for the breast he just abandoned, engulfing the nipple with his mouth and then sinking his teeth into the tender flesh. Nothing harsh, but surely she'll feel them.
Does he care that she's still able to threaten him with a knife? The thought possibly entered his mind for half a second, but it's soon disregarded in favor of having a taste of her nipple and breast.]