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THE FACT THAT I'VE THOUGHT ABOUT THIS BEFORE AND SOMEONE HAD THE SAME THOUGHT AIGHHHHHHH----
He just lies there, all pretty and pliant for you, as you rub your clothed cunt against the hard ridges of his abdomen. It’s nasty, and you love it.
The idea came about when you were lying on his shirtless chest, fingers exploring the expanse of his skin. Moving up and down, nails scraping his nipples and running all the way down to his V line as he shivers.
You feel his back arch up into your hands, fingers sprawled against his abdomen as you feel them tense, and suddenly—before your mind can catch up to the words leaving your mouth, you’re asking-
“Can I ride them?”
He’s looking up at you, pupils dilated and an expression on his face that you can just describe as devastated.
Wordlessly, he lifts you up onto his stomach, hands gripping your hips like he’s afraid you’ll disappear, and he’s dragging you against him.
And you don’t expect it to feel so good.
He’s looking at you almost reverently, eyes filled with love and lust and a thousand other emotions he can’t begin to explain. He guides you through it at first, hands never leaving your hips as they pull you forward and backward.
You don’t know what to do with your hands, trying to grab his hands at your hips, then his chest, then deciding to settle on his cock.
You reach a hand behind you, rubbing him above his sweatpants, and he’s bucking up into your hand, chasing the feeling. You reach your hand under, feel the heat coming off of him.
He reaches a hand up to cup your breasts, pinching and kneading, before grabbing your jaw and pulling your face to his. He’s kissing you like he needs you to live, like he can’t live without the taste of you in his mouth, and it’s dizzying.
Your eyes roll into the back of your head, and he’s pulling you in closer, pushing you down harder onto his abs to help you chase your release.
When you do, you’re tensing above him, legs twitching on either side of him as he carries you through the waves of pleasure, your slick coating his abdomen.
And when you come down from your high, he’s gripping your hair, pushing you down, and telling you to clean up the mess you made.
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