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"Fuck you!" Felix screamed back to the bouncer at the door. She was walking backwards in a pair of five inch heels, quite the feat for a girl this drunk. As she finally turned, she flipped her middle finger as a final gesture as she stumbled away. This block had lots of bars she could get into.

Right now, she was all done up for the night, an asymmetrical mini dress with one shoulder strap. She was wearing a suit jacket she'd taken from one of the patrons. She did it to help a friend of hers woo him to bed. It meant he'd have to call her later for the jacket. Felix had no problem being the drunken wingman.

And in her wandering to the next bar she spotted someone she thought she recognized. "Hey, bitch!" really not sure who she was yelling at.

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"Shush..." she mumbled, still pressing her face to his shoulder. She began to rock her hips against his hand at those firm circles he was drawing until he slipped a finger into her and she bit into his shoulder, her hand giving him a firm squeeze before continuing on and stroking him.

Biting now, was she? He didn't mind that. Though he was chuckling at her shushing him. "I'll talk best I fuckin' please," he said lowly, slipping another finger into her, curling them to better stimulate her g-spot.

She would have said something snarky back to him, but he curled a second finger into her and there was a sharp spike in pleasure. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her hand faltered on his cock for a moment, taking a second to brace herself before she was able to start stroking him again.

There was another nip at his shoulder, trying to keep from falling apart and bite back that moan of pleasure. She really hated to give him so much praise so quickly.

No snapping back at him? Really? Oh well, he was just that good, wasn't he? Maybe he actually was, maybe not, but he did seem to have found something that worked for her.

And so he just grinned, shifting his hips forward to encourage her to maybe grip him a bit harder, or to go faster. Something, anyway.

There was also the fact that she was frighteningly sensitive to touch. She'd always been so keyed up and he just seemed to go for it when he wanted it and that in and of itself was a turn on for her. Maybe that was why she let him stick around at all. She knew at the least she'd get off.

He shifted his hips to her hand and she took the hint, gripping a little tighter, stroking a little fast, slowly as she rubbed her thumb over the head of him.

That earned her a deep exhale from him as the sensations of her hand on him grew intenser and more pleasurable. And as she worked on him he worked on her, skilled fingers rubbing and stroking. She was a hot little thing, this chick, dripping wet and so damn responsive. Hesher was definitely enjoying himself.

She let out a shaky sound herself, swallowing hard for a moment before her mind caught up. "For fuck's sake..." Felix groaned, shifting suddenly, pushing him to lay back and straddled his hips. She teasingly pressed down against him at first, his cock still in her hand. She raises an eyebrow, "No objections?"

Oho? Getting a bit aggressive are we?

With a smile that was honestly more a smirk, he looked up at her. "None at all," he said, hands up in a disarming gesture. He didn't mind if she wanted to take the lead this time. At least for now. He might switch things around later.

She decided she'd take the reins on this. In fact, she sure as hell would. Felix lowered herself onto him, pressing down until she was flush with his hips before bracing herself, her hand pressing down to his throat, just slight pressure, not too much as she began to ride him.

Hesher was not a submissive man, but that didn't mean he had to be dominant all the time. In fact, fucking a girl who wasn't afraid to take what she wanted was pretty damn nice. But that didn't mean he'd act submissive.

He didn't object to her hand on his throat. She wasn't pressing down hard enough to restrict his breathing - though erotic asphyxiation could be really nice, but then you really had to know what you were doing - but she should feel his pulse beating steady and strong against her palm.

With his hands gripping her hips firmly he moved with her, thrusting up hard as she pushed down.

She knew how to take what she wanted. In fact, she was better at it than just letting things happen to her. She was hungover and she was tired, but horny, so she may as well get this over with. He was not objecting after all.

He matched the movements, his hands in her hips, arche back, eyes shut. She focuses on herself more than him. He can get what he wants if he tries, but she was really looking to get herself taken care of.

This was not going to be some fancy elaborate fuck. Naah, it had the flavor of a simple morning-after quickie. Nothing wrong with that.

So in other words, no trying to last longer this time, and to see who finished first. If he did, he'd probably have the decency to get her off some way regardless. Would she have the same courtesy?

No, she had no desire to get creative. The most creativity she was having was to change the angle of her hips. She whimpered at that, pleased with the subtle change. Felix worked herself over him, groaning softly. Yep, nothing glamorous about this.

"Ahn..." she groaned, gritting her teeth. Well, this wasn't going to take long. She would probably help him out if she finished first.

His breathing was growing heavy from the exertion as he drove up into her faster and faster, mindlessly seeking his pleasure. With her whimpering and groaning, he started to think she'd beat him to it. Whatever. If all else failed, there were always Miss Right.

Yep, she was working damn hard to get herself off as quickly as possible and she managed to. There was a sudden arch of her back, hips stalling, trying to drive down onto him as she clenched around him. She let out a sharp cry as she let her orgasm take over, body screaming for it.

As it ended, she tried to catch her breath, still rocking her hips slightly. Felix glanced down at him, waiting to see what he wanted her to do.

Well, slightly wasn't going to do it. His fingers gripped her hips tighter and he thrust himself up into her harshly. "Either keep it it or get off and do something else." Really he was kind of worked up by no.

She let out a high pitched sound at that thrust. Fine, of that's what's he wanted. She moved down onto him again, continuing that harsh movement they'd had before. She pressed her hand to his chest to brace herself.

He'd half thought that she was going to just climb off him and leave him to his frustration, and so was rather pleased that she didn't.

When he finally came not long after it was with a drawn out groan, with is bottom lip caught between his teeth. After a few tense seconds he seemed to shudder, and his hard grip on her hips eased up as he relaxed.

She was a bitch, but she wasn't totally cruel. She helped him out and once he finished she rolled off him to lay on her back. Well at least that had distracted her from her hangover for a moment. Now on to shower... if he body would move.

No, she was just going to lay there for a minute instead.

Hesher took a minute too, to catch his breath. Then he got up and headed to the bathroom. On his way back he made a detour to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. In a rare show of - liking, maybe? - he brought that to the bedroom for her instead of him. "Here," he said, handing it over before resuming his side of the bed. He hoped to get to rest a bit longer before she'd start to bitch at him again. he was sure she would.

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