Die For You (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

[PoisonousIvee]

Her typings seemed to slow down the rougher he got with her, her breathing picking up a little.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He continued, she could easily feel how hard he was. His breathing was a little heavier, she could feel the hot puffs of air on her neck.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"Everything ok, Jackson...~?" She asked softly.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

"Y-Yeah, Petty..~" he rasped.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"You're breathing a little heavy~" She teased.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

"S-So are you..~" he said, grabbing tight at her hips.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

She gasped softly, "B-Because my husband is being handsy~"

 

[Mr.Aznable]

"B-Because my wife is teasing me with these pants..~" he said. Like he hadn't even noticed the shirt?

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"I thought you liked these pants?" She asked, "I didn't know they were teasing you.."

 

[Mr.Aznable]

"I-I love these pants.." he said, greedily grabbing at her again.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

She moaned softly, "I thought so~"

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He arched and shuddered hard, stifling a loud noise at the sound. More, god he needed more.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"Oh, I forgot you liked my moans too...~" She said softly.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

"I-I love your moans, Petty..~" he said, about drooling now.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"Well..." She closed the laptop gently, "If you wanted to hear more?"

 

[Mr.Aznable]

"P-Please?" He asked almost too quickly.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

She nodded, "Alright, honey.."

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He moved and sunk his fingers into her fat tits with an arch and a gasp of pleasure.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

She jerked and moaned lowly, her tail wiggling.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He arched and moaned lowly in her ear. Was she wearing a bra? He couldn't tell right now, and he didn't care.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

Her breasts were just so soft in his hands, he could hardly stand it. Her moans were not helping him.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He felt like he would burst through his pants, he couldn't take it anymore. He groped her harder, panting harder against her neck.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

She wasn't wearing a bra. She wasn't wearing a bra. Did she not have the time? Did she not care? Did she plan this? Of course she planned this. She was just as bad as he was sometimes.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He let out a low moan and continued to drool as he firmly groped her fat tits.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

Her moans only grew louder, squirming in his lap.