Johnnie is perfectly capable of teasing, and he's incredibly good at doing it. He has Chrissy writhing and squirming against him, whining and making needy sounds as he touches her everywhere but where she's the most sensitive. Every time it seems like he's giving in and directs his attention to her nipples or her clit, the touch is fleeting and too light to do much more than make her try to angle her body more firmly against him.
In the process, she at least winds up grinding her ass against his hardening cock. She can feel him hard behind her, but she doesn't reach behind her to touch him. Not when he has her backside to grind against if he wants or needs to. He seems to be able to ignore it for now, ghosting his touch along her body in a way that's winding her up.
Eventually she's wet and wanting, nipples hardened to such stiff peaks even the water against them feels like it's too much.]
Don't ... [She gasps out the word, hand slipping up to grab hold of the side of his hair. Her palm presses against his head as she does, and she uses her hold on him to try and direct his mouth to that spot on her neck that drives her wild.]
Don't you want me to touch you too?
[That's mostly a rhetorical question. She in no way wants him to stop, even as her footing slips a little as she shifts against him.]
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Johnnie is perfectly capable of teasing, and he's incredibly good at doing it. He has Chrissy writhing and squirming against him, whining and making needy sounds as he touches her everywhere but where she's the most sensitive. Every time it seems like he's giving in and directs his attention to her nipples or her clit, the touch is fleeting and too light to do much more than make her try to angle her body more firmly against him.
In the process, she at least winds up grinding her ass against his hardening cock. She can feel him hard behind her, but she doesn't reach behind her to touch him. Not when he has her backside to grind against if he wants or needs to. He seems to be able to ignore it for now, ghosting his touch along her body in a way that's winding her up.
Eventually she's wet and wanting, nipples hardened to such stiff peaks even the water against them feels like it's too much.]
Don't ... [She gasps out the word, hand slipping up to grab hold of the side of his hair. Her palm presses against his head as she does, and she uses her hold on him to try and direct his mouth to that spot on her neck that drives her wild.]
Don't you want me to touch you too?
[That's mostly a rhetorical question. She in no way wants him to stop, even as her footing slips a little as she shifts against him.]