The fabric clung to her swollen lips, teasing her sensitive folds with every subtle movement.
She began by subtly adjusting her legs, shifting them as she sat.
Then, she tilted her hips forward, sliding them down and then up again in a gentle, rhythmic motion.
Up. Mhmm. Down... Up... She could almost hear herself whispering those words as she imagined riding him.
The friction created soft and pleasurable rubbing motion.
Jack stood there, his gaze locked on the beast before them, his powerful form and the way his muscles flexed with every subtle shift of his weight making Mary's mind wander even further down the rabbit hole.
She closed her eyes for a moment, picturing Jack's strong hands on her body, ripping away her clothes to expose her naked flesh.
She could almost feel his warm breath against her neck as he whispered rough filthy words in her ear.
