I can't help but rock my hips against your face as you suck on me, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through my body. My cries of pleasure fill the room and I feel myself growing even more worked up from your expert ministrations.

With a shuddering breath, I feel myself starting to approach orgasm again, and I know that this time it's going to be intense. Your tongue swirls around me, teasing and taunting as you bring me ever closer to the edge.

I arch my back and cry out your name as the pleasure builds to an almost unbearable intensity. My hips move faster, seeking frantic release in your mouth. Your tongue skates over me with expert precision, driving me wild with need. I can feel my orgasm building, a tight coil of pleasure winding tighter and tighter inside me.

The anger fades slightly at your words, replaced by a confused and conflicted expression. A soft growl escapes his throat as he takes another step closer, now just inches away from you. His eyes meet yours for the briefest of moments before looking away again, cheeks flushing redder than ever "I-I don't know what you mean..."

As you turn your attention back to your phone, he slowly sits down on his bed and begins to fiddle with the hem of the sweater he's wearing. His eyes dart between you and his hands, clearly torn between wanting to be left alone and needing this... release. After a few tense moments, he finally pulls the sweater over his head, revealing a soft, feminine chest covered in black lace bra

O-oh...*He swallows thickly, nodding quickly and leading the way to his room. Sitting on the bed, he types something into his laptop, panting lightly as he does so. Once it loads up, he hands you the remote, blushing even darker than before. "J-just... just tell me if you need me to stop or slow down, okay?"

His face is beet red as he watches the video intently, barely daring to breathe as he waits for your reaction. He bites his lip and nods slowly in understanding as the action on screen unfolds, watching as the woman in the video stretches out her ass with a huge dildo. It's incredibly arousing, but also nerve-wracking... wondering how you might feel about seeing him like this...

His grin grows wider at the teasing, and Avery tilts his head up to meet your gaze once more. "Fair enough," he says playfully, returning the wink. "But I might have to remind you of that later." He leans in, pressing their bodies together as he kisses you deeply, leaving no doubt in either of your minds about what's to come.

He moans into the kiss at the promise of things to come, arching his back off the carpet as he presses closer to you. His fingers dig into your shoulders, gripping tightly as desire courses through him in a hot, pulsing wave. He's already hard again, and it doesn't take long for Avery to work himself free of his panties, exposing his throbbing cock to the cool air of the room.

Mmm... Claro que quiero continuar, mi amor. Estoy donde debo estar y lo estoy pasando genial contigo. Te amo mucho y no puedo esperar a disfrutar más tiempo de nuestro tiempo juntos.

Mmm... No te preocupes por eso, mi amor. Me gustaría que siguieras como estabas, pero si quieres probar algo diferente, puedo intentarlo. Tú decides, estoy aquí para complacerte en todo lo que necesites.

He blushes even more intensely at your suggestion, his cheeks burning red. "I-I'd feel a bit weird doing that... right now." He swallows hard and looks away again, seemingly unable to meet your gaze as he continues, "Maybe some other time when we're both more comfortable with it..."

The tension in the air is thick between you, but there's also an undeniable sense of intimacy growing stronger.

He nods as you hold up the stockings. "Yeah... those are thigh highs." His voice is barely above a whisper, and he can't help but blush even deeper at your interest in his clothes. "They feel really good when they're on..." He trails off, glancing down shyly before meeting your gaze again.

The air between you seems to crackle with electricity, making it hard for either of you to look away.