don't trust a hoe, woah wc 460
The girl had been quick on picking up just how to support her weight against his body as he brought her up from the ground. That had been a pleasant thing, you'd be surprised at how some girls just let themselves fall limp. It was such an annoyance when they did that. The small, barely audible moan that she had let slip made the man grin into the kiss. As if he needed much else to fuel the ego inside of the Irishman. The kiss had continued all the same, whether or not the noise had slipped, he wouldn't sit there and gawk over it.
Well, the look she gave him for the question seemed to answer just fine. She seemed unimpressed by it and it caused the man to laugh through his teeth. Well, he was just making sure. He did not respond to the words, he just let his shoulders roll in an answer as he kissed her hard. He was done with the small talk, and obviously she was too. The hair in her face was sexy, to say the least. His hair was always a bit messy, the locks did get puffed up though, if messed around with enough. It was annoying, to say the least.
The tug on Jensen's fur made him look at her, but before he could even think about it she was pressed to him with both her body and her hips, grinding against him in a pleasurable response. Well, the chickadee had a soft spot on her spine. He'd surely remember that. He was often keen on remembering just what spots made a girl tick.
With that Jensen moved towards the couch, he set a single knee on at first before easing her back onto the cushions, kneeling above her with his hands by her head as he kissed her hard. One knee closet to the back of the couch while the other was opposite on the right side of her body. Pinning he girl below him. The kiss moved from hr mouth to her jaw and down to her neck. No more talk to distract her, he had nothing else to say right now anyway even if he wanted to. A single hand found it's way to the blouse and began to unbutton it from the top up. He did this without even looking, his eyes shut as his lips explored her neck. Whatever happened after tonight was another story. All that crossed his mind was what lay beneath him. The small fragile woman with brown fur and golden locks. His handsome body seemed to engulfs hers on the couch. That was no matter, Jensen seemed to prove that with what seemed to be impeccable balance on the old couch.
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