Okay but one of my favorite things is riding Harry’s thigh. Maybe it’s been a long day and all you wanted to do was to be with him. He’s been really nice and sweet like his usual self and you two are watching TV when you take a look at what he’s sporting. It wasn’t really too special, but he’s on one of those Hawaiian button downs that shows bits of his chest and tattoos and his boxers. His disheveled hair and his scruff had been doing something for you too, and it’s when you’ve started taking action. You slung your leg over his, pressing your center against his thigh. He raised a brow at you as if questioning what you’re doing, but he never denied it. Instead, he’d placed his hands on your hips, squeezing your fleshy bits. You’d do it so subtly at first to the point that he thinks you’re just readjusting yourself against him, but the first time he hears you whimper, it’s gotten more evident. With your head tucked on his neck, he’ll push you down towards him more just to give you a bit more friction in your lower bits, “Havin’ fun, love?” he’d ask as he helps you with your movement. He’s feeling your wetness against your knickers, and it’s also doing something to him, so he’d make you pause for a second, “Can we take this off, yeah?” he was playing with the band of your underwear as you nod and lift yourself up a bit for him to pull them down to your ankles and off the way. And now the feeling of his bare thigh rubbing against your throbbing clit was driving him insane. He’s watching what you’re doing, watching how wet his thigh is getting from your actions, and watching your face contort into pleasure as you go faster and harsher with your movements. He’d place one of his hands to your face, cupping your cheek, “G’nna cum for me, love? Can feel yeh pulsing,” he says in a rough voice, “Makin’ my thigh so wet,” he bites his lip as he places his thumb just by your lip, pulling at it and you welcome his finger inside your mouth. You moan around him as you feel yourself shudder and come undone on him, rutting against him sloppily as you ride out your orgasm, and he’s just there watching the whole thing unfold in front of him. When you’re done, you rest your head on his shoulder, still trying to catch your breath. He places a kiss on your temple and press you closer to him, “Such a good girl.”
someone tried to break into my house and now i'm too wired to sleep. got any jokes? PS i love ur art and comics.