“Hey, you!”

Her sharp command gets softened with a sweet little smile and her pink painted nail curling coyly to beckon him closer. “C’mere big boy. I got work for you.”

Jack watches her carefully over the rim of his thin, silver rimmed glasses. For a second his pale eyes flinch away and back towards his rifle lying across her desk – adorned with bunny stickers and pictures of her, Lúcio and Zenyatta – then back to her.

He flexes his big, oil-stained hands slowly. She can feel her belly grow tight just watching them; square and rough with big, blunt fingers that she’s ridden more often than she probably has put her own fingers up her cunt.

When he looks back at her, she smirks and wriggles her small, naked toes as she extends one leg and nudges his knee. She isn’t wearing anything beneath her airy, white skirt and his pale eyes immediately zero in on the dark patch of hair between her thighs; already glinting with slick.

His nostrils flare as he inhales sharply and then stands up with a jerk.

Before he can get to work, however, he has to clean his hands.

.o.

Just half a year ago, this would have been a fight. He probably would have sat on the floor, licking her for five minutes before those big, warm hands would have begun to wander without permission; square fingertips trying to tickle her asshole or slip into the humid gash of her cunt.

As it is now, he has been well trained.

Hana lies bonelessly in her armchair, naked legs thrown across his broad shoulders, fingers absentmindedly playing with his short, white hair as he worked underneath her skirt.

Sometimes, his nose would bump against the fat swell of her clit, and she would grunt, electricity flaring for a bright, addicting moment, coursing down towards her toes and then spreading in a warm, sensual arousal.

Most of the time his motions were slow and unhurried and monotonous. His tongue dragged through her cunt slow and unerringly like a wave, beard rough chin nudging against her clenching opening, getting the tender edges almost painfully sensitive.

The monotony made the times he varied the motions even more exciting; curling his tongue beneath her fat clit, cradling it against the silky surface to give it a special flick; a well placed hard suck that made her see stars and had her pause her show for a moment, tits feeling painfully tight and sensitive atop her chest.

A cheeky tongue delving deeper, rounding the tight clench of her anus and dragging across the flinching center until she had to pull him back up again…

He could keep it up for an admirably long time; leaning away to take a swig of water when he heard the beginning melody of the next episode, his lips bright red and swollen, just like her labia – his eyes still fixed on her candy red center, tongue almost lolling out of his head when she reaches down and spreads her swollen labia for his viewing pleasure; lets him watch as she dips one small finger into her tender opening to fuck herself and show him what he could not have.

Maybe she would ride his fingers later; or get on all fours and grind back against his face while he fucked his fleshlight.

Maybe she would go and visit one of her other toys, however. Take him with her and let him watch as another got to sample all the built up tension that he put into her, servicing her cunt diligently for an hour.

Yeah… maybe she’d do that.