She straddles him, arching her breasts toward his face as he kisses her collarbone, grinding her pelvis into the bulge rapidly expanding in the left thigh of his jeans, He tilts his pelvis up to the left, but instead of tumbling off of him and onto the couch, she slides her body down along his until she is curled on her knees at his feet, pressing her breasts into his knees. He starts fumbling with his zipper.
“No,” she pouts. “Let me do it!”
He rests his hands lightly on her shoulders as she leans forward and places her mouth on the button, her breasts now pushing into his groin.
Her breath blows warm on his belly as she works her tongue around the button, unlatching it. She grabs the zipper with her teeth and jerks it fully open. Afterwards, she looks up, giggly-triumphant.
“That’s cute,” he tells her, running his fingers through her hair. “Now can I just take them off?”
“No! Come on, let me do it.” She bites the waistline of his jeans and tugs them down with her cute little mouth. As she struggles the denim down over his hips, she stops to kiss his thicket of pubic hair. When she regathers the denim in her mouth, a single hair is caught between her teeth, and when she yanks the pants lower, it is torn out.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry! Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just. Go away for a few seconds. That really hurt.”
