At the Prospector's silent urgings, his rough and calloused hands pushing and pulling at her clothes, Jessie helps him to undress her. Her shirt comes first, the buttons popping open, and Pete's mouth widens into a lustful grin as he stares down at the small, pert breasts beneath him, excited like a boy opening a birthday gift.
Jessie doesn't notice this; her head is thrown back to expose more of her neck to Pete for him to kiss, but now he turns his attention to her chest. Her back arches as he sharply pinches one pink, erect nipple between his fingers - the other, he swirls his tongue around, and finally he draws back to admire in the dim light of the cave the reddish purple marks he has made on her delicate flesh.
She tries to writhe more, desperate for friction to sate the tingling in her groin, but Pete's body weights heavily on top of her, restricting her movement. She sighs gratefully as he reaches one hand down and works it awkwardly between them, rubbing her through her jeans - she's so wet he can feel it through the fabric. Roughly, he works her skirt and pants down, and then the pink, frilly underwear which seems so innocuous and innocent.
Jessie lies there, naked and quivering, her bent knees slightly parted so Pete can just see her soaking pussy beneath wiry red hair. He stands up, looking down on her and quietly savouring the moment, and he doesn't even need the brief rub he gives himself through his pants - when he discards the offending garment, his hard, aching cock is more than ready. Jessie stares up at it, wide-eyed, and unconciously reaches one hand downwards, two fingers gesturing to where she needs him.
"Patience, cowgirl." Pete smiles warmly at her, confident that he'll get what he needs. No need to resort to rushing or roughness. She won't change her mind now, that much is obvious.
Jessie is breathless still, and simply nods, moving both hands up to smooth sweat-dampened hair out of her eyes. The uncomfortable floor is starting to take its toll and she hoists herself into a sitting position just as Pete kneels back down.
Jessie doesn't notice this; her head is thrown back to expose more of her neck to Pete for him to kiss, but now he turns his attention to her chest. Her back arches as he sharply pinches one pink, erect nipple between his fingers - the other, he swirls his tongue around, and finally he draws back to admire in the dim light of the cave the reddish purple marks he has made on her delicate flesh.
She tries to writhe more, desperate for friction to sate the tingling in her groin, but Pete's body weights heavily on top of her, restricting her movement. She sighs gratefully as he reaches one hand down and works it awkwardly between them, rubbing her through her jeans - she's so wet he can feel it through the fabric. Roughly, he works her skirt and pants down, and then the pink, frilly underwear which seems so innocuous and innocent.
Jessie lies there, naked and quivering, her bent knees slightly parted so Pete can just see her soaking pussy beneath wiry red hair. He stands up, looking down on her and quietly savouring the moment, and he doesn't even need the brief rub he gives himself through his pants - when he discards the offending garment, his hard, aching cock is more than ready. Jessie stares up at it, wide-eyed, and unconciously reaches one hand downwards, two fingers gesturing to where she needs him.
"Patience, cowgirl." Pete smiles warmly at her, confident that he'll get what he needs. No need to resort to rushing or roughness. She won't change her mind now, that much is obvious.
Jessie is breathless still, and simply nods, moving both hands up to smooth sweat-dampened hair out of her eyes. The uncomfortable floor is starting to take its toll and she hoists herself into a sitting position just as Pete kneels back down.
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