[20:38] Sasha Blaus nnnnnnnnnnnsqueezies
[20:38] Bertholdt Hoover squeeeezies
[20:38] Sasha Blaus smoochums. many smoochums.
[20:39] Bertholdt Hoover gathers close and smooches much.
[20:39] Sasha Blaus nuzznuzz. quiet time yes.
[20:40] Bertholdt Hoover quiet time. warm time. lovey time.
[20:40] Sasha Blaus smoochies nose. smoochies chin.
[20:41] Bertholdt Hoover noses forehead. smooches nose. shoulder squeezie....
[20:42] Sasha Blaus waist squeeeezie.
[20:44] Bertholdt Hoover booty pap. back rub.
[20:44] Sasha Blaus nnnn. softthings.
[20:45] Bertholdt Hoover soft thing. favorite soft thing.
[20:46] Sasha Blaus nnnnnnnnnnngood.
[20:46] Sasha Blaus favorite talltall.
[20:47] Bertholdt Hoover go o  d...
[20:49] Sasha Blaus nnnn smoochies4real this time
[20:51] Bertholdt Hoover cups her face and smooches.
[20:52] Sasha Blaus whispers you guys are really gay omg ))
[20:53] Sasha Blaus nnn. smoochessmooches.
[20:53] Bertholdt Hoover smooooooches. nnn;;
[20:55] Sasha Blaus loops arms around neck. smooches more. yes.
[21:01] Sasha Blaus scritches back of neck.
[21:01] Bertholdt Hoover stiffens- murmurs-- melts...
[21:02] Sasha Blaus oho!
[21:03] Sasha Blaus gets closer and nuzzles against his neck, scritchscritchscritch.
[21:05] Bertholdt Hoover tips his chin up just a bit and groans, squeezing her closer.
[21:07] Sasha Blaus kisses the dip between his collarbones and traces her fingers in circles on his back. "Bert?~"
[21:12] Bertholdt Hoover is plenty distracted, but seems to fade back in slowly, murmuring another absent groan. "Aah? Nn..." A blink, and he glances down, wetting his lips. "Yeah..?"
[21:16] Sasha Blaus ok that works ))
[21:16] Bertholdt Hoover aw yiss ))
[21:38] Sasha Blaus: [21:12]   Bertholdt Hoover  is plenty distracted, but seems to fade back in slowly, murmuring another absent groan. "Aah? Nn..." A blink, and he glances down, wetting his lips. "Yeah..?"*
[8:27:42 PM] bifaux bifaux hanji: bifaux bifaux hanji worms her way back up to face-level with him and kisses, smiling. "Can I be on top this time?"
[8:32:49 PM] dere dere bertl: dere dere bertl kisses her back, eyes half-closed, and gives her behind a gentle squeeze. "Well- if you want to, then of course."
[8:37:28 PM] bifaux bifaux hanji: bifaux bifaux hanji grins and presses another kiss to his lips, fingers curling around the short hair at the base of his neck. "Can you lay on your back then?" She sat up on one elbow, ready to follow over on top of him.
[21:39] Sasha Blaus 4 the log ))
[21:39] Bertholdt Hoover hella ))
[21:39] Bertholdt Hoover grins back, shyly, and shuts his eyes as her fingers find his neck again- but rolls obligingly over, bending his knees up slightly and patting his thighs.
[21:43] Sasha Blaus pushes off from her elbow and throws her leg over his lap, having a seat back against his thighs and laying against his chest again. "Comfy~" She cooed, leaning up to nip at his chin gently.
[21:49] Bertholdt Hoover exhales softly as she settles down on his chest, but wraps his arms around her waist and squeezes her tighter against him without an ounce of complaint. "You think so? Ahah..." He follows the bite with a kiss to her forehead, settling in to his pillow.
[21:51] Sasha Blaus rests her chin against his chest and lets both hands come back up to tug softly and scratch the base of his neck and back of his head. "Do you like this?.."
[21:54] Bertholdt Hoover watches her affectionately, but her fingers find his head, and he rolls it slightly to the side, moaning softly in reply. If that weren't enough, the pointed twitch beneath her belly might be- but he manages to choke out an answer after a moment, swallowing the squeak in his throat. "Y- yes..."
[21:57] Sasha Blaus pulls herself up by the elbows and presses her mouth to his again, her fingers still working against his neck and head. "I'm glad, it's so nice~" She rolls her hips back, settling against his stomach before pushing back down and sitting up, finding his hands with hers and squeezing between his fingers.
[22:05] Bertholdt Hoover kisses her back with a rare enthusiasm, shyness somewhat dispelled- he's relaxed considerably, and even as she releases him, he seems to stay that way. "As... as nice as you look up there..?" His smile is warm as the hands in hers, toes curling under the sheets.
[22:14] Sasha Blaus leans back slightly, rocking her hips forward and then back, hands holding on tight. She smiled back with her eyes half-shut and her breathing a bit heavier. "Really?..." She seemed genuinely touched by the notion.
[22:24] Bertholdt Hoover gives her hands a tight squeeze, keeping his breath as even as he can as she bucks over him- her weight is settled right over his groin, sinking forward and back in a lazy but delightful rhythm. "Really," he breathes back, and means it- she's soft and perfect perched above him, and there's love scribbled all over his face.
[22:30] Sasha Blaus swallows, her cheeks and ears burning. "Thank you..." She responds, shyly at first, and then leans forward again in a testing way, putting some weight on the palms of his hands and pressing down against his hips a touch harder, then letting up on it. "Could you get my shirt...?" She looked down at the buttons on her nightshirt.
[22:41] Bertholdt Hoover nods slowly, providing resistance as she presses down but lowering his hands slowly to rest beside his shoulders. She lets go, though, as her hips sink down and then rise again, and his fingers dart to her throat as soon as he's asked. The buttons go easily, and he slips his hands in under the hems as he reaches her hips, arms long enough to lift and slide the fabric from her shoulders without raising his own.
[22:45] Sasha Blaus slides her arms out of the shirt easily, then tugging the undershirt over her head, hefty breasts freed from a confined space. She gives an approving sigh and leans back, hands against his thighs. "Nhhh..." Her hips rolled back again, the slightest bounce to her soft tummy as she continued her sway.
[22:53] Bertholdt Hoover can't help but smile as her chest bounces free, hands shifting momentarily out of the way to allow her to remove her undershirt but finding her heavy breasts the moment they're able. She looks so pleased up there, and the way she's moving her hips is both visually and physically tantalizing- it's not long before he's panting a little below her, long fingers kneading cautiously. "S... Sasha..?"
[22:56] Sasha Blaus moves her hands back from his legs to the top of his chest, leaning over just-so into his kneaded grasp. "Hnnn?.." She groaned softly, her fingers balling up in the shirt on his chest. "Bert... I'm sorry, I took it too far?" Poor boy must be rigid by now, she could feel it.
[23:06] Bertholdt Hoover grins up at her, sheepish and watery- the answer is pinned between her hips and his belly, throbbing with want, and he nudges his pelvis gently upward as she squeezes at his nightshirt. "Not yet... but, ah, if you wanted to..." The sight of her is too sweet, her movements too well-tuned to his own, and he hesitates, corrects himself- "[b]I[/b] want you to..."
[23:09] Sasha Blaus nods with a smile and presses herself up on the bed to her feet, leaning against his knees for leverage. She grabs her pants waistband and tugs them down, pulling one leg out and letting them rest on the other leg, panties following suit in the same direction while she leaned down to press her palm against the swell against flannel and tug the fabric down...
[23:17] Bertholdt Hoover watches her undress eagerly, his own hands drifting down to his hips- but her hands are there before his make much headway, and she frees him from his pajamas, the damp spot in his underwear visible even in the low light from the fire grate. A low hiss of breath, and he chuckles shyly, but it's nothing she hasn't seen before; on the contrary, she's as well-acquainted with his body as he is hers, and he's [b]comfortable[/b] around her in a way that's so rare for him. "That's... a little better..."
[23:29] Sasha Blaus licks her lips and looks up at him again, grabbing hold of elastic and pulling that down next, the elastic tugging down to allow the bulge to rise forth. She looked up one more time to wrap her hand around the shaft and squeeze, stroking tentatively as she lowered herself down to a sitting position on her knees again, in front of her handiwork.
[23:40] Bertholdt Hoover shivers softly as she works his underwear down, lifting his hips and wriggling both pants and shorts over his thighs as her hands curl around his aching cock. It's a soft touch, a casual one, and he rumbles pleasantly in his chest when she pumps him lightly, kneeling to settle back against his legs again. She's on top, and he's waiting for her cue- where she's moving with this, what he ought to do. "That's a [b]lot[/b] better."
[23:47] Sasha Blaus nodded and smiled, offering a few more quick strokes before letting go and moving forward, her knees pressed against the top of the bed again, tip nudged between the apex of her cunt. "Ahh, a hand?.." She reached forwards towards his, hips rocking against the head pressed against her clit.
[23:54] Bertholdt Hoover 's eyes flutter, cock twitching as her warm slit passes up and presses against his head; he's unsure whether she wants a hand to hold or a hand to guide her, but he lifts both of his forward anyhow, fingers spread and palms facing her. "Ah..?"
[23:56] Sasha Blaus grabs hold of one and threads her fingers tight in his, and her other hand reaches down to spread herself apart, hips pressed forward to try and get a better angle. "Nhhh, here..."