He would never deny her. Whatever she wants, he'll make sure to make it happen. As for the photos. . . he could start shooting right now.
Let him go and get the camera, and they can start. Sounds good?
Say less, her next adventure is on hiatus until they make up for all the lost time between them. Perhaps a date after some... "quality" time as well? She's been wanting photos for the album lately.
And he'd never deny her, yes?
@CATHARTICBLASTS — to keep himself restrained. For now. )
Show me, ( he nods eagerly, mushroom head pressing against her lips. 'Taste me', his body language seems to demand. ) I need the reassurance, y'know. To know that you need me as much as I do.
And yet you refuse to follow orders. Funny, no?
You're just gonna leave me in this too-tight shirt and jacket that feels like it'll explode as soon as I flex? Not to mention the slacks.
@CATHARTICBLASTS — but he'll need to keep her in check.
Her breath hitting his length, the closeness to her, it all sends shivers down his spine. Never before has he had this much of a need to shove himself in her mouth, to ruin her throat, make a mess of her. . . but he, somehow, is able —
@CATHARTICBLASTS — clothes, too. That pair of black lace panties. . . ( the too perverted admission seems to rile him up further, memories of the item wrapped around his cock while shamelessly moaning her name during lonely nights are, indeed, very good memories. ) Did you miss me, too?
@CATHARTICBLASTS — by tugging down his boxers with the right, gripping onto stiff manhood. A couple eager pumps before he smacks her face with it, playful, looking to prove a point. )
This bad, ( he admits without a trace of shame. ) Been using photos of you while you were gone. . . your —
@CATHARTICBLASTS — that sounds like a plea, guiding Jessica down his toned torso with no rush. He likes to be worshipped - who doesn't? All the hard work that went into building such a physique needs to be appreciated every once in a while. ) Oh, I missed you. . .
@CATHARTICBLASTS — fingers strip him, Peter moves his left to her cheek, sliding back to the back of her neck. His breathing becomes heavier as desire begins to take over, turning him in less of a man, more of a beast with only his prey in mind. )
Make your way down, ( he demands in a voice —
@CATHARTICBLASTS ( Literally, the fabric seems to struggle against his muscles. One of two happened: the suit shrunk, or he got bigger.
Stepping closer, movements careful as to not rip anything. )
You * would leave me to suffer, baby. I know you too well.