Continuing to rest atop my thighs, Taji groaned softly as she started to rock her hips back and forth with a bit of gusto, rubbing her throbbing cock against my own and making sure to utilize every single inch that she could.
She angled us in a way that let her use my shorter length to her advantage, guaranteeing that my tip would be scratching the underside of her own every single time she dragged herself back and forth; her movements weren't as aggressive as I had thought, nor were they selfish, but instead they were sensual and mutually pleasurable, something that I knew she was doing on purpose since she was smirking at me the whole damn time.
That smirk was making me want to snap at her and tell her off, but the gentleness of her flesh against mine as well as that mutual gratification stayed my tongue as I just laid there, my lust silencing me as I let her do as she pleased.
