He reached back, fingers threading lazily through her hair. Then Lina shifted closer, nuzzling against his shoulder. His hands itched to touch her, but he stayed frozen, caught somewhere between awe and submission. Lina smiled against his back, her cock still twitching inside him, utterly satisfied. “You waiting for an invitation?” Lina teased, cocking her head. “You waiting for an invitation?” Lina teased, cocking her head. Lina chuckled, her breath warm against his ear. The way she tugged the hem of her hoodie down over her hips, the way she avoided his eyes when he touched her… Lina didn’t let up, she fucked him through it, her cock buried deep inside, her own orgasm building fast. Lina’s smirk deepened as she stalked closer, hips swaying just enough to drive him crazy looking at her dickprint.
