[ 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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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. ]