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

Kinga bit her lip. The flex of Neville's cock at the sight of her exposed chest, the movements of his hips beneath the spread of her legs... The young woman was hard pressed not to fuck him on the spot. If it weren't for the barrier of their clothing, or how much she liked the idea of her online boyfriend straining against his confines, she would have given in. Instead, she buried Neville's face in her cleavage she did catch the man's eager and almost child-like joyful expression as she descended over him and loved him all the more for it. Once nestled at her breast, Neville lovingly stroked his cheeks into her bosom. The action was simple and yet it struck Kinga deeply the man's affection was pure even as their circumstances were not. As the man began trailing kisses along her cleavage and chest, Kinga couldn't help but feel just a little bit worshiped...and she loved that being with Neville made her so unabashedly proud of her body. The woman was confident enough, surely, but with Neville she was also comfortable . She could do anything with him. The thought made her smile. A shivering exhale escaped her in the moment Neville took a nipple in to his mouth a sharp inward draw as he flicked his tongue over the hardened nub of flesh. Her breathing became slower as she attempted to bring down her heart rate. She cast her gaze downwards, upon Neville's face, marveling at the sight. A low moan emitted from her throat as he suckled at her breast and she whimpered wantingly at the brush of his teeth against her tender flesh. Again, she was reminded of Neville's perfection as he returned to kissing the mounds of her breasts, uttering words of reverence that fed into that whole worship feeling thing. In thanks, Kinga shuddered with desire, her already hardened nipples somehow becoming moreso. When he began working on her alternate breast she gasped and shivered all over again. She felt so alive . Eventually she couldn't take the sweet torments anymore. She drew back from Neville's face, sitting upright upon his lap. She pressed herself against his arousal, her hips offering several slow strokes up and down his length. She stared down at him with a sweet smirk upon her lips. She drew her hands to herself, fondling her chest in a steady rhythm that matched the movements of her hips. Eventually, her touch would train downwards, over her midsection, down the bend of her thigh...her fingertips transferred on to Neville near to the base of his ribs. Kinga ran her hands over his toned stomach, up his chest... She followed the movement with the entirety of her body so shortly thereafter she was laying on top of him. She kissed him again, briefly, her lips continuing to find purchase ever lower. She trailed her lips down his throat, across his breast, down his stomach. When she arrived at his belt she did not hesitate to remove the clasp. Doing her very best magician impression, she pulled the buckled side of the strap fast and hard. She succeeded in removing it, of course, but the grace score might've been a little too low to work on a tablecloth. Slowly, she lowered herself back to his lap. She laid between his legs, propped up on an elbow, her alternate arm resting over Neville's right thigh. She gazed up at him as a finger traced his pant line. Upon reaching the button, she took a hold of the panel of fabric that the button went through and pulled painstakingly slowly. After several moments the button popped free of the lifted material. Kinga grinned. Did you imagine that I'd be a tease? she asked with a genuine curiosity. Before he had time to answer, she spoke to herself like a mad scientist plotting her next experiement. I wonder how much it will take to make you beg... As she awaited his answer she casually stroked his cock through his pants as he spoke she began a more valiant attempt at wrapping her fingers around his girth despite the barrier. Last edited Dec 5, 2018