"Pretty Girl"

27 - woah.

Malorie's POV:

Baylie and I go into our apartment, making out.

I pin her to the wall and kiss her neck. She whimpers.

"Mal," she moans. I slip my hand under her skirt and inside her underwear. I start to rub her clit. She moans into my mouth.

"I'm in control, Baylie," I say. She grins against my lips.

"Okay, Mal," she whispers. I take her into our room and lay her on our bed.

"Stay here, baby." I go into the bathroom and put my hair up. I brush my teeth because shit. I had garlic and onion tonight. No ma'am.

I walk out and see her rubbing her clit. She looks over at me and blushes. I walk to our bed and get on top of her. I kiss her.

"This okay?" I whisper. She nods.

"Mhm," she hums. I smile.

"I wanna watch you touch yourself," I whisper.

"Show me. Tell me what you're thinking about while you do." I get off of her. She takes off her skirt and her underwear.

She starts to rub her clit and finger herself.

"What are you thinking about?" I ask.

"You... eating me out," she whispers. "And edging me, telling me to wait to finish."

"You want that to happen tonight, Baylie?"

"Yes," she pants. My eyes fixate on the middle of her thighs. Where there is clearly proof she's enjoying this just as much as I am.

"You'll get what you want. Keep going, baby."

"Mal, are you gonna let me- finish?"

"No," I whisper. She whimpers and puts her head back. She arches her back and closes her eyes.

"Mal," she whimpers.
"Please."

"You can hold it, baby." She rubs her clit faster. I move her hands.

"M- Mal..." I pat my thigh and take off my dress. She straddles herself onto my thigh.

"My favorite position," she whispers.

"I know," I say. She starts to grind on my thigh. She moans.

"Mal I can't hold it anymore. I'm gonna-" She starts to tremble. She slows herself down and holds onto me.

"I'm trying. Oh, god. I'm trying," she whimpers into my neck. She bites my shoulder.

"Baylie," I groan.

"Mm, please," she whimpers.
"I can't move I'll- I'll cum," she whimpers.

I grin.

"Okay," I whisper.
"You can cum, baby," I say. She starts to grind on my thigh again.

"Oh, Malorie," she moans. She bites my shoulder again.
"Malorie!" She moans.

"That was a good one, hm?" I say.

"Yes. Yes. Fuck, yes, Mal." She pants. She sighs.

"Holy shit," she whimpers. I move her waist again. Her eyes widen.

"Mal-" I lock my lips with hers. She deepens the kiss as I continue to move her waist.

She whimpers into my mouth and struggles to kiss back. She lets out a shaky breath.

"I'm- sensitive Mal."

"I know. It's okay. Shh. You're doing so good," I praise. I move her from my thigh.