[ No. It's certainly not. He's gone entirely soft, so Kira picks herself up off his lap. His cock slips free with a wet sound, leaving a sticky trail down both of their thighs. She shifts and takes a seat beside him instead, looking flushed and frustrated and not entirely sure how she ought to position herself instead.
Honestly, she'd be better off doing it herself at this point. She's not convinced he's going to get her there at all if he'd believed that he somehow had already. Briefly she presses her thighs together, squeezing to savor the friction to alleviate some of the latent itch of her unattended arousal, which has now turned to discomfort, worse for how well-used her cunt is, sore with stretching.
He obviously feels like a fool. She can sense his latent panic even without looking at him. It doesn't stop her from wanting to snap at him for being an idiot. ]
You made it seem like you knew what you were doing. Do you?
[ No more fucking around. If she's gotta give him instructions, she wants to know now. Kira misses the plan where they just gave each other handies and moved on. That seems less fraught. ]
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Honestly, she'd be better off doing it herself at this point. She's not convinced he's going to get her there at all if he'd believed that he somehow had already. Briefly she presses her thighs together, squeezing to savor the friction to alleviate some of the latent itch of her unattended arousal, which has now turned to discomfort, worse for how well-used her cunt is, sore with stretching.
He obviously feels like a fool. She can sense his latent panic even without looking at him. It doesn't stop her from wanting to snap at him for being an idiot. ]
You made it seem like you knew what you were doing. Do you?
[ No more fucking around. If she's gotta give him instructions, she wants to know now. Kira misses the plan where they just gave each other handies and moved on. That seems less fraught. ]