“You’re stuff and mine,” Sam replied with a small laugh as he rubbing himself a bit against her hands, his false show of reluctance giving way to his desire to truly enjoy this. Of course, it helped that Sally’s words were stroking his ego like there was no tomorrow, and her hands were stroking something else. And maybe there wasn’t since Sally seemed just as willing to slit his throat as she was to get handsy with him in other ways, but at this point, the danger was only making this more exciting. He had no reason to trust that she wasn’t just leading him on so he’d lower his defenses, but maybe it was just foolish optimism and base instincts that made him figure it was worth the risk. “But you don’t see like the sharing type…” he added, melting even more into the other’s hands as he felt her lips ghosting over his skin. He could have kissed her then, and he wasn’t sure exactly why he didn’t. Perhaps, there was still a bit of him that remained wary of this whole situation.
At the invitation, Sam cupped her breasts with both hands, large palms and long fingers more than enough to give them a good squeeze, wrinkling the material of his dress. “That answer your question?” he asked, wishing more than anything that he didn’t have anything between her skin and his. His pants undone and hanging loosely around his hips, he eased them down a bit more, the head of his cock poking out above the waistline of his briefs as he pressed his hips against hers. She was warm and so obviously willing that he was surprised she wasn’t already on top of him, but he wasn’t about to complain, more than happy to take his time and savor it all. “I’ll take whatever you wanna give me,” he replied, adjusting to kiss her, his tongue pushing past painted lips as he reached his hands around to her ass, pulling her up a bit so he didn’t have to lean down so much.
His hands squeezing the plump skin of Sally’s bottom through her dress felt just right — in more ways than one. Big and fitting her perfectly, eager to know what she felt like underneath all those layers of fabric that were still getting on their way. Thinking of all the dirty things they could have done ( and were about to do ) to her soon had the flustered woman attempting to climb him like a tree — slender hips wiggling against the purple head of Sam’s cock poking shyly against her belly. She wanted him to pick her up… manhandle her like a beast in heat and put his mouth right where he wanted to: up her skirt and between the silken skin of her inner thighs. Why holding back now that their little argument had them downright pissed at each other? Pissed enough to fuck like it was their last day on planet earth, Sally would make damn sure he didn’t feel like he had to be gentle with the lady.
She only broke their heated kiss to let her mouth wander someplace else — further down his reddened face until both lips latched onto the man’s pulse point they sucked on with relentless hunger. “You shouldn’t have said that… you really have no idea what your pretty ass is getting itself into. When was the last time you banged the shit out of a crazy ass junkie?” To mark her words, Sally’s hand slipped between their crushed chests and took a tight hold of his large dick — thumb circling around the small opening it found there just to see ( from her first row seat ) the effect it would have on him. “A crazy ass junkie who hates your goddamn guts, no less… you ain’t making it out of here unharmed, baby.” And then she gave him a good squeeze, the nails on her free hand gripping Sam by the neck and leaving little marks behind. Not unharmed for she had every intention to scratch him like a crazed cat —— bite his shoulders and make it plain clear he belonged to her. At least for tonight.