Thread: MST3K - Pulling the Trigger (Miss Tris x Shadows)

His reaction was priceless. Better still, Neville offered a joke to lighten the mood he was always good for levity, just the sort of charismatic man that was always causing for others to smile. Kinga was doing just that. And her smile widened as her boyfriend consented to wear the cock ring. So long as I can finally feel your warmth around me, Kinga. That would be enough for me. The redhead's eyes were locked on his as she slipped the device over the head of his cock, the ring brushing against his flesh as she drew it to the base of his shaft. Her sight broke from his, making sure the placement was just right . Well... she let the single word linger as she made her final adjustments. Looking back up at his face she responded more fully. Eventually. Her hand offered a single departing stroke as Kinga straightened her form, perched upon her knees between Neville's legs. Activate, she spoke with deliberate clarity. The cock ring tightened. It fit itself snugly against the base of his shaft, then the auto-adjust sought that perfect amount of pressure. The calibration took three seconds. Kinga reached to the clasps that held her thigh high stockings, unclipping them with deft fingers. She left the clasps to dangle from her garter belt as her hands moved to the upper hem of her teal lace panties. She hooked her thumbs beneath the material, teasing the idea of dropping them, swaying her hips seductively as she did so. I'd love nothing more than to feel your cock inside of me, she confessed. The redhead began dropping her panties, the downward progress very much in relation to the rhythm in which she was moving her hips. But we wouldn't want to move too fast , she repeated his sentiment from earlier that evening. The teal material pulled down her flawless porcelain thighs Kinga lifted each knee in turn to slide the panties further down her legs, thereafter quickly discarding the garment. She crawled over his legs, not so much as brushing his arousal as she moved to straddle his stomach. Her weight remained firmly settled on her knees, her exposed sex elevated several inches from making contact with his body. Kinga slid a hand around the bend of her hip, towards her neatly trimmed mound. Soon, two fingers slipped between glistening lips. I'm so wet, Neville, she purred. Her alternate hand reached for her breast, offering a firm grip that included her thumb and forefinger pinching her nipple. She arched her back wantingly into the contact. Her fingers moved to her clit, circular strokes encouraging her to lightly buck her hips. Mmm, she whimpered, biting her lip. She proceeded to play with herself for several long moments, seemingly oblivious to whatever Neville did or did not say while she did so. Her head fell back and closed her eyes as her fingers teased the idea of penetration. A staggered breath escaped her and then she suddenly stopped. Hands still upon herself, but ummoving, her eyes locked with Neville's. Do you want a taste? She crawled upwards, fully intent on mounting his face. Unless he objected, of course. Assuming he went along with it she'd place a knee above each of his shoulders, easing her wanting sex within range of his mouth.