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45, Brianna

"what?" He smiles.

"Your a perv." I laugh and plug my phone up and fix my pillows before looking at him again. He looks, nonetheless, bored. I decide to tease him again and 'drop' my phone. I sit up again, bending down, making sure to arch my back this time.

"Brianna." He growls and I sit back up, placing my phone down.

"What?" I smile innocently. He doesn't look do innocent. I realize he's still in his jeans, his shirt no longer hiding his aching bulge, "what do you want Shawn?" I ask, my eyes turning a dark shade of brown.

"Bri-"

"What do you want?" I ask again, in a more demanding voice. He lets out a shallow voice when I sit on my knees before him. He scans my body before adjusting himself, not answering my question. I shrug and pretend I'm about to lie down.

"You, I want you." He admits and I look back at him. I smile seductively and his breath has become shaky.

I've never seen him like this.

I want him.

I want him bad.

I feel myself ache to touch him and finally make a move.

I crawl ontop of his lap and his hands immediately go to my ass, squeezing it through his shirt with his large rough palms. I skim my hand across his muscular chest and he stares at me with need.

I lean in and finally kiss him, only making the urge to touch him grow. Not only touch him, but taste.

He groans into the kiss when I grind onto him, my clit rubbing on the denim. I feel myself get wetter and wetter as I go on, moaning into his mouth. His bulge grows bigger underneath me, rubbing uncomfortably on his tight jeans. My tongue slides against his bottom lip, entering without permission. His tongue laps over mine, trying to ride over with dominance but his vulnerable position makes him weak. I grind again, making my back shiver with delight.

I want to taste him.

But I'm nervous.

But I need to taste him. I need to give him some kind of satisfaction.

I pull my mouth away from him and he groans from the lack of touch but quickly stops when I kiss down his chest. His breath goes uneven again when I toy with his belt.

"Brianna-"

"Shh." I hiss as I undo his belt, throwing it on the floor. I remember what Rebecca told me.

ABSOLUTELY NO TEETH.

Hollow cheeks.

Hum when he's gonna cum.

Use hands for part that won't fit.

It's okay to gag.

Use tongue.

It's not hard to give someone a blowjob, even for the first time.

My heart races when I'm about to unbutton his pants but Shawn stops me. I look up at him and he tries to gain his breath.

"Brianna, if your don't want to, you don't have to." He says, his face soft, his cheeks turning red.

"I want to." I explain and he bites his lip.

"Hold on." He lifts me off of him before pulling down his pants and sitting back down.

"Thanks?" I laugh and he rolls his eyes. I crawl back onto his lap and it's a new foreign feeling to be sitting ontop of him like this. His bulge massages me and I suck in a breath when he begins to kiss my neck. I lift my head up and he nibbles on me, sending waves on waves to my core. I throb for friction but I want to help him. I grind and we both moan at the new feeling of... Feeling each other. I gulp and put my lips on his before going down to my previous position.