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JAY: Thighs

thigh riding w/ jay

wc: 532

using Jay like you would a pillow after a too-lonely weekend should probably be embarrassing, but the way he encourages you by guiding your hips with his hand makes you feel like maybe he's into it.

"does that feel good?" he half-chuckles up against your ear, one arm wrapped around your waist to hold you close to him, and the other gripping your hip to move you back and forth.

you nod only slightly against him, focusing on the feeling that shoots through you each time the inseam of your own shorts pulls tight against your clit.

it's an uncomfortable mess. his pants plus your shorts creating a barrier of friction and electricity between what's both causing and retrieving the pleasure from this. you can feel how wet your panties are, and you've even soaked through your shorts too.

the sound of clothing rubbing somehow only makes this more arousing, probably because you got too desperate for him a mere few minutes ago, hopping up on his lap and straddling his thigh. what started as a surprised smile, mostly because he loves when his girlfriend clings to him with those loving hugs, turned into a knowing smile. it took him a solid three seconds for his brow to raise in curiosity upon realizing exactly what you were doing.

and he's into it, loving that even without his dick out, you still get pleasure from him. the image of what the two of you must look like in third person right now only turns him on more. such a desperate girl, not even able to wait? you know you could have more, you know all you'd have to do is pull it out and sit on it. but somehow, this is hotter. for him, it's the fact that you're shameless in how much you want him sometimes, taking what you can get despite knowing you can have so much more.

he couldn't ask for anyone better. especially with the way you arch your back when he grabs your ass through this, and the way you moan and groan right up against that little birth mark on his neck. he knew it was one of your favorite spots to kiss, and you know it's his favorite spot for you to moan against.

and he just lets you. relishing in the way he can feel how soaked your shorts are, looking down to see the wet spot slowly seep into his own pants. to the point he's hard too, and each little bump of his cock with your knee as you grind only sends him further into the headspace you're in.

and both of you would get off that way too. immediately after your orgasm, you'd feel him pull you from straddling his thigh to straddling his hips. there, he'd continue to guide you, out of breath, making out, clinging to each other. up until jay makes an even bigger mess in his own pants, and the two of you are left catching your breath and blinking at each other with ringing ears.

"so, what was that for?" jay would eventually ask with a half smirk.

"i dunno, your thighs just looked really good today."