[ Gwen doesn't squeal, but there's a bright, pleased little hum when he tells her she got it right, like she's thrilled by the praise, and maybe she is a little bit. or she's thrilled by the placement of his hands. both. either way, good things all around. she keeps one hand on the chair just to make sure she doesn't lose her balance, because even though she's sure he's got her, they're still on a chair and that could go bad pretty fast. but her other hand moves to curl around the back of his neck, back arched to keep herself pressed close even as she starts to rut her hips against his.
little movements, for now, not really properly fucking herself on him so much as grinding with him, wanting to feel full, wanting him to feel how hot she is for him. ]
You got me so fucking wet, can you feel that? [ it does actually make her smile and blush a little bit - she can feel it on her thighs now that she's properly moving against him ] I'll have to clean you up once we're all done. [ listen she knows he's wearing a condom but that's really not the point ]
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little movements, for now, not really properly fucking herself on him so much as grinding with him, wanting to feel full, wanting him to feel how hot she is for him. ]
You got me so fucking wet, can you feel that? [ it does actually make her smile and blush a little bit - she can feel it on her thighs now that she's properly moving against him ] I'll have to clean you up once we're all done. [ listen she knows he's wearing a condom but that's really not the point ]