Writer anon again- I meant to have more ladies appear, but it ended up just being Milla. Hope that's okay?
Also tried a new format to make the fantasy part a bit clearer. ________
Embarrassment settled in the pit of his stomach as he rubbed at his face. “Again? Of course. Greaaaat.”
This was a moment where Jack was grateful he lived alone. It meant he could get away with masturbating in peace. Even if he always felt a lot more guilt than he liked afterwards. He had a hard time meeting any of the women’s faces after that particularly… intense bout of man-handling he did to himself.
He dropped his hand to stroke at the front of his pajama pants. Idle fingers teasing as he contemplated his choices. He could ignore it or indulge.
He stripped of his pajama’s, heading towards the bathroom. With only a quick few twists and turns of the knobs he got the temperature he wanted. Jack stepped in, more seriously stroking himself under the warm water.
With the water, it wasn’t hard to let his mind just run off again. Picturing a warm summer rain falling over the Meadous. People run by, but he holds onto her hand the two ducking into his home together.
Milla smiles at him, all heavy lashes and bright smiles. Her dress is soaked from their run. She closes the door behind them with an airy laugh. She locks it with a mischievous glint in her eye.
He leans in to kiss her and she gladly returns it, a gloved hand reaching up to curl her fingers into his hair. She murmurs softly as he gently slides a hand under her dress, feeling the warm but wet bare skin. Milla only steps back to slide out of the dress, the bright colors gone in place of the dark brown of her skin. All that stands between them is her stockings and boots.
The chill in the air makes her nipples perky, a lighter brown against the rest of her skin. Jack dips in to kiss those breasts, nipping at her nipples playfully as her breath catches. His clothes start to come off, floating along behind him in a neat pile.
Jack groans, picturing the way her breasts jiggled as she moved. Her powers doing the work of effortless undressing him as she stepped out of her boots. Her pink stocking falls alongside the white pleather of her boots. She stands completely naked before him, the curtain of her hair fluttering slightly as she moves towards him.
Her deft bare fingers traces along his length, its solid in her palm as she slowly starts to jerk him off. Warm lips kissing the tip of his cock as she hums a playful tune. She’s working on getting him hard.
“Damn… Damn.” He cursed lowly to himself, pressing back against the wall of his shower. He knows he’s going to be prune-y by the time he steps out. Not that he can find it in himself to give a damn.
She takes it into his mouth, head bobbing easily as she sucks him off. Bright lipstick staining the skin of his erect cock. Pre-cum smears across her lips when she pulls back. Milla laughs, shaking a finger at him playfully. She wipes her lips against the back of her hand, lipstick smeared on skin.
She only rises so she can guide his hands to her breasts, Jack has no hesitation in giving her chest more attention. He leaves a trail of bites and kisses along the slicked skin. She’s moaning by the time he drops to a crouch, kissing his way across her lower belly. She’s perfect as far as the eye can see. He would worship this body if he had the chance.
His nose is buried in her pubic hair by the time he’s dropped low enough to lick at her folds. Licking and kissing at tender skin. She moans and squirms with a breathy sound. All her composure falling away as she clutches at him. She’s already soaked from his attention above, so his attention is just adding fire to everything.
Jack fondles himself with a groan, his motions going faster as he pictures her expression. He’s barely met the woman, but she’s beautiful.
Milla swats him away breathily. He doesn't have the chance to question her as she levitates him in the air, moving to float over him and slide herself down on his erect member. They meet with a wet slap of skin. She bounces on his cock, holding them both aloft in the air as she takes every inch of him. She laughs and sings playfully as he adjusts to floating. She mumbles lowly into his ear about how she wants to keep his member to herself. Every dirty word she says sounds angelic to his ears.
She is in control, moving herself up and down, sliding up and down on his cock. Her agile movement put to good use here. Jack simply holds onto her hips, those beautiful wide hips. He’s breathless. All he can do is watch that body at work. Slim, but muscular, wide hips and perfect breasts. All framed perfectly with her long hair.
The pace picks up when his hand reaches out to flick her clit, smirking up at her as she moves herself even faster. She's losing control of her pace the closer she gets to orgasm. Her breasts bouncing with a rhythm and song only she can hear.
She only has a chance to come down again, taking every last inch in when he cums inside of her. She greedily keeps every inch of his cock inside of her as she follows suit, orgasming a moment later.
Jack moans, cum spiriting across his palms as he slides down the back of his shower. He’s just as breathless as he was in his day dream. All he can do is ride out his orgasm, body quivering under the warm water of his shower.
He slides back into the tub under him, bonelessly laying against the cool wet tiles. “Now I can never meet her eyes again.” He muses tiredly with a tired exhale.
writer!nonny - Second fill
Also tried a new format to make the fantasy part a bit clearer.
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Embarrassment settled in the pit of his stomach as he rubbed at his face. “Again? Of course. Greaaaat.”
This was a moment where Jack was grateful he lived alone. It meant he could get away with masturbating in peace. Even if he always felt a lot more guilt than he liked afterwards. He had a hard time meeting any of the women’s faces after that particularly… intense bout of man-handling he did to himself.
He dropped his hand to stroke at the front of his pajama pants. Idle fingers teasing as he contemplated his choices. He could ignore it or indulge.
He stripped of his pajama’s, heading towards the bathroom. With only a quick few twists and turns of the knobs he got the temperature he wanted. Jack stepped in, more seriously stroking himself under the warm water.
With the water, it wasn’t hard to let his mind just run off again. Picturing a warm summer rain falling over the Meadous. People run by, but he holds onto her hand the two ducking into his home together.
Milla smiles at him, all heavy lashes and bright smiles. Her dress is soaked from their run. She closes the door behind them with an airy laugh. She locks it with a mischievous glint in her eye.
He leans in to kiss her and she gladly returns it, a gloved hand reaching up to curl her fingers into his hair. She murmurs softly as he gently slides a hand under her dress, feeling the warm but wet bare skin. Milla only steps back to slide out of the dress, the bright colors gone in place of the dark brown of her skin. All that stands between them is her stockings and boots.
The chill in the air makes her nipples perky, a lighter brown against the rest of her skin. Jack dips in to kiss those breasts, nipping at her nipples playfully as her breath catches. His clothes start to come off, floating along behind him in a neat pile.
Jack groans, picturing the way her breasts jiggled as she moved. Her powers doing the work of effortless undressing him as she stepped out of her boots. Her pink stocking falls alongside the white pleather of her boots. She stands completely naked before him, the curtain of her hair fluttering slightly as she moves towards him.
Her deft bare fingers traces along his length, its solid in her palm as she slowly starts to jerk him off. Warm lips kissing the tip of his cock as she hums a playful tune. She’s working on getting him hard.
“Damn… Damn.” He cursed lowly to himself, pressing back against the wall of his shower. He knows he’s going to be prune-y by the time he steps out. Not that he can find it in himself to give a damn.
She takes it into his mouth, head bobbing easily as she sucks him off. Bright lipstick staining the skin of his erect cock. Pre-cum smears across her lips when she pulls back. Milla laughs, shaking a finger at him playfully. She wipes her lips against the back of her hand, lipstick smeared on skin.
She only rises so she can guide his hands to her breasts, Jack has no hesitation in giving her chest more attention. He leaves a trail of bites and kisses along the slicked skin. She’s moaning by the time he drops to a crouch, kissing his way across her lower belly. She’s perfect as far as the eye can see. He would worship this body if he had the chance.
His nose is buried in her pubic hair by the time he’s dropped low enough to lick at her folds. Licking and kissing at tender skin. She moans and squirms with a breathy sound. All her composure falling away as she clutches at him. She’s already soaked from his attention above, so his attention is just adding fire to everything.
Jack fondles himself with a groan, his motions going faster as he pictures her expression. He’s barely met the woman, but she’s beautiful.
Milla swats him away breathily. He doesn't have the chance to question her as she levitates him in the air, moving to float over him and slide herself down on his erect member. They meet with a wet slap of skin. She bounces on his cock, holding them both aloft in the air as she takes every inch of him. She laughs and sings playfully as he adjusts to floating. She mumbles lowly into his ear about how she wants to keep his member to herself. Every dirty word she says sounds angelic to his ears.
She is in control, moving herself up and down, sliding up and down on his cock. Her agile movement put to good use here. Jack simply holds onto her hips, those beautiful wide hips. He’s breathless. All he can do is watch that body at work. Slim, but muscular, wide hips and perfect breasts. All framed perfectly with her long hair.
The pace picks up when his hand reaches out to flick her clit, smirking up at her as she moves herself even faster. She's losing control of her pace the closer she gets to orgasm. Her breasts bouncing with a rhythm and song only she can hear.
She only has a chance to come down again, taking every last inch in when he cums inside of her. She greedily keeps every inch of his cock inside of her as she follows suit, orgasming a moment later.
Jack moans, cum spiriting across his palms as he slides down the back of his shower. He’s just as breathless as he was in his day dream. All he can do is ride out his orgasm, body quivering under the warm water of his shower.
He slides back into the tub under him, bonelessly laying against the cool wet tiles. “Now I can never meet her eyes again.” He muses tiredly with a tired exhale.