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Bitches be saying that Jack Abbot talks you through it – it’s me, I’m Bitches.

MDNI!

Missionary with Jack would be life changing. Because if you don’t think that man will hold your hand while lovingly pounding you into that mattress you are wrong. And it’s hot and sweet and dirty. Slick skin sliding on skin because Jack wants to be close to you. Practically wants to climb inside of you. He’s got your leg wrapped around his waist. One hand pressing yours into the pillow. The other cradling your chin as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear. How much he loves you and misses you, how beautiful you are when you’re taking him like this. Taking him so well. Low moans and groans in your ears. Because Jack is not quiet. Oh no. How could he be when your sweet cunt is squeezing him so perfectly he thinks he could believe in God. Then that hand slides down your sweat-slicked body, fingers deftly playing with your clit. Your body so attuned to his every move. He knows you so well. Studied how you like it. So when he groans breathlessly against your chin and asks “Like that?” He already knows the answer before your shattered moan confirms it. And when you beg him not to stop, trap him against you with a squeeze of your thighs, he can’t help but laugh. Stop? Right now? Why would he? How could he? No he’d never dream of that. Instead he lifts his head to watch the way your face contorts as you get closer. Watch your jaw go slack with every swirl of his fingers over your aching clit. And when your breath catches in that telltale way, he grins. “Look at me, honey,” he cooes. “Wanna see you….there she is.” He praises. And he praises. And he fucking praises you through that mind-numbing orgasm. Pace never slowing. Fingers still moving. And when you shudder and sigh and try to move away, Jack hold you closer. Kisses your sweet lips through the overstimulation and coaxes you through another one. Dirty words and pretty praises on his tongue all the way. And only when you’re both exhausted does he come. Green eyes still boring into yours, until he buries his face into your shoulder with a final thrust.