[ he points to his chest, then laughs, dark but bright with teeth. he stands, watching joyce, thinking that if she wants this - she'll prove it. it has to be more than cat-and-mouse, than dares that involve seven minutes in a closet. this isn't high school, and it hasn't been for them for a while. gator, tipping his head to the side, stares at her with lustful intent. his gaze travels her, from head-to-toe and back up again. he licks his bottom lip.
he steps closer, hovering near joyce, taller, chin brushing her forehead as his arms raise to take her forearms in his hands. large, long-fingered, he lowers his stare to hers. he brushes her wrists with his thumbs, watching her eyes. ]
[For better or worse, he's surprised her by showing up, and it's not Joyce's place to remind him that she's probably been out of school for about as long as he's been alive. She has enough on her plate right now without adding talking wayward horny deputies out of her kitchen. Besides, she'd be lying if she tried to claim that she wasn't excited to see where this was going.
Like virtually everyone else in her life, he's taller than she is. Bigger. It's something she's always found incredibly appealing, though, and she crowds in close when he does. Tipping her head, she meets his eyes.]
Prove me wrong and I might reconsider part of your original offer.
[ gator watches her step up as he does, and he reaches out, taking joyce by the dip of her spine and bringing her forward, flush with his body. he looks down at her as if she's a meal, devouring every inch of her face like he wants to memorize it. dark eyes flash - lust, each moment dragging on until he gets what he wants. his fingertips brush over the curve of her backside. he squeezes gently, head tilted as he continues to gaze. ]
Let's get on the couch, huh? Open them legs, let me eat that pussy.
[ he licks his bottom lip, slow, dragging it into his mouth. he slides his ballcap off, tossing it onto the counter. he then reaches down, ridding himself of his shirt. that also joins the hat, gator's body towering. he takes joyce's hand, then leads her to the sofa, sitting her down. ]
[It's been a long time since Joyce has done anything even remotely like this, which is probably a big part of why she's humoring this at all. He pulls her close, and Joyce takes the moment to enjoy the way his body feels.]
Pushy.
[I's less of a complaint and more of an observation. Either way, she backs off enough to give him some space, and lingers to watch as he sheds more clothing, before finally allowing him to lead her to the sofa. She perches on the edge of the sofa long enough to work her jeans and panties off, and then scoots back to make herself more comfortable. There's really nothing else to say at this point, so she decides to just wait and see how he decides to react.]
[ pushy. gator smiles with that, devious, turned-on. when joyce rids herself of her jeans and underwear - he licks his lips. she's pretty, thighs parting, showing him and displaying what she looks like. gator sinks to his knees, eyes on hers, before he parts her legs further, head dipping. his hands slide up and down, massaging her thighs. he then tilts his head, licking upward. his tongue is warm, soft, wet. he laps, moaning through his nose at the taste. earthy with a twinge of pure sweetness. ]
That's it, baby.
[ breathed against her thigh, gator continues to lick, hands on joyce's knees. he noses her clit, kissing downward before he finds her opening with the tip of his tongue. he pushes inside of her, flicking it upward. ]
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Promises I can't keep?
[ he points to his chest, then laughs, dark but bright with teeth. he stands, watching joyce, thinking that if she wants this - she'll prove it. it has to be more than cat-and-mouse, than dares that involve seven minutes in a closet. this isn't high school, and it hasn't been for them for a while. gator, tipping his head to the side, stares at her with lustful intent. his gaze travels her, from head-to-toe and back up again. he licks his bottom lip.
he steps closer, hovering near joyce, taller, chin brushing her forehead as his arms raise to take her forearms in his hands. large, long-fingered, he lowers his stare to hers. he brushes her wrists with his thumbs, watching her eyes. ]
There's only one way to find out, ain't there?
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[For better or worse, he's surprised her by showing up, and it's not Joyce's place to remind him that she's probably been out of school for about as long as he's been alive. She has enough on her plate right now without adding talking wayward horny deputies out of her kitchen. Besides, she'd be lying if she tried to claim that she wasn't excited to see where this was going.
Like virtually everyone else in her life, he's taller than she is. Bigger. It's something she's always found incredibly appealing, though, and she crowds in close when he does. Tipping her head, she meets his eyes.]
Prove me wrong and I might reconsider part of your original offer.
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Let's get on the couch, huh? Open them legs, let me eat that pussy.
[ he licks his bottom lip, slow, dragging it into his mouth. he slides his ballcap off, tossing it onto the counter. he then reaches down, ridding himself of his shirt. that also joins the hat, gator's body towering. he takes joyce's hand, then leads her to the sofa, sitting her down. ]
Go on.
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Pushy.
[I's less of a complaint and more of an observation. Either way, she backs off enough to give him some space, and lingers to watch as he sheds more clothing, before finally allowing him to lead her to the sofa. She perches on the edge of the sofa long enough to work her jeans and panties off, and then scoots back to make herself more comfortable. There's really nothing else to say at this point, so she decides to just wait and see how he decides to react.]
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That's it, baby.
[ breathed against her thigh, gator continues to lick, hands on joyce's knees. he noses her clit, kissing downward before he finds her opening with the tip of his tongue. he pushes inside of her, flicking it upward. ]