As the male's hand slid down her stomach, she arched her back. That son of a bitch was teasing as well! Well Io couldn't have that. Looking down she watched on as his member slid out. There as a dull ache corsing through her body. A single hand moved from Revan's shoulder and moved downwards, a single digit tracing his chest. Slowly she touch his member as it nearly finished emerging, coaxing it out further, Her stomach fluttered as the fun part got closer. This was just a test, to see who could last the longest without giving in. Sadly Io lost. Wrapping her hand around Revan's member, she gave a pull on it, one last tease before all the action.
The curtains to her home had been closed, the femme had not opened them when she arrived back injured, nor had Revan. Smiling she got herself ready.
Squeezing his member slightly she alined it at her entrace. Gripping it tightly, her teary gaze moved to the male with a grin. 'Do it' she said, her tone low, 'Hard'. She was no girl and she did not wish the male to be gentle. 'Really hard' she warned again. Her hand moving a digit to the member's tip, hopfully this would egg him on.
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