[ Hana's heard snippets, of course, of the "soldier enhancement program" from the days of the omnic crisis. Majority of the program's details are kept under lock and key, but she knows that Jack had been a part of it at some point, so it sort of makes sense that his body looks like it took the beating of a lifetime. Her palm warms against the curves and lines of his scars, smoothing over raised scar tissue and the dips of his muscles beneath them. It's painfully intimate in a way that she scarcely knows how to deal with; Hana almost feels like she's snuck into someone's room and read their diary. She vaguely wonders if people still keep diaries, and surmises that if they do, Jack certainly isn't among them.
She hums appreciatively at the sight of him attentively playing with her chest and she catches her lower lip with her teeth, squirming slightly underneath him. Watching his lips move against her is almost as erotic as watching his fat cock push in and out of her, and she slides her thighs further up his sides, crooking her knees on either side of him. ]
It's hard to be mad when you're being so nice to me. [ She tilts her head and smiles, somehow managing to look cheeky even when her face is flushed with want. She continues the gentle slither of her fingertips, slowly winding her way up the curve of his shoulders in order to trace along his jawline. It's nice to see him in proper lighting, without the deafening pound of the bass ricocheting in her skull. She wants to memorize the lines of his face, the set of his jaw. She's almost able to forget the hot, soaking ache of her half-clothed pussy until he speaks again, her tender train of thought derailing and hurtling off the edge of a cliff and derailing. ]
[ Through the blurry haze of her renewed lust, Hana finds it in herself to mock his warning her first, goading him for his lack of spontaneity. Just as her lips part, however, she isn't given any time to react to her ass being hauled into the air, her thighs parted and held aloft as Jack brings his mouth to her dripping pussy, pressing the flat of his tongue along the length of her slit.
Oh. Fuck.
The shuddering moan that escapes Hana's lips is louder than she'd intended, her fingers curling into the sheets beneath the both of them. Jack's tongue drags loud, stuttering groans from her, the muscles of her thighs tensing as he brings his teeth into the equation, bracing them against the fabric of her slickened panties as he sucks her pussy through them. Heat coils and liquefies between her cunt lips as his mouth moves against her, her hips moving greedily against his lips even in her compromised position. Her pussy twitches and throbs beneath his attentions, leaving her shaking and needy.
It's safe to say that she accepts his apology, if the way she half-sobs his name is any indication. ]
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She hums appreciatively at the sight of him attentively playing with her chest and she catches her lower lip with her teeth, squirming slightly underneath him. Watching his lips move against her is almost as erotic as watching his fat cock push in and out of her, and she slides her thighs further up his sides, crooking her knees on either side of him. ]
It's hard to be mad when you're being so nice to me. [ She tilts her head and smiles, somehow managing to look cheeky even when her face is flushed with want. She continues the gentle slither of her fingertips, slowly winding her way up the curve of his shoulders in order to trace along his jawline. It's nice to see him in proper lighting, without the deafening pound of the bass ricocheting in her skull. She wants to memorize the lines of his face, the set of his jaw. She's almost able to forget the hot, soaking ache of her half-clothed pussy until he speaks again, her tender train of thought derailing and hurtling off the edge of a cliff and derailing. ]
[ Through the blurry haze of her renewed lust, Hana finds it in herself to mock his warning her first, goading him for his lack of spontaneity. Just as her lips part, however, she isn't given any time to react to her ass being hauled into the air, her thighs parted and held aloft as Jack brings his mouth to her dripping pussy, pressing the flat of his tongue along the length of her slit.
Oh. Fuck.
The shuddering moan that escapes Hana's lips is louder than she'd intended, her fingers curling into the sheets beneath the both of them. Jack's tongue drags loud, stuttering groans from her, the muscles of her thighs tensing as he brings his teeth into the equation, bracing them against the fabric of her slickened panties as he sucks her pussy through them. Heat coils and liquefies between her cunt lips as his mouth moves against her, her hips moving greedily against his lips even in her compromised position. Her pussy twitches and throbs beneath his attentions, leaving her shaking and needy.
It's safe to say that she accepts his apology, if the way she half-sobs his name is any indication. ]