Not gonna jerk you off. Want you in my throat and the more desperate you are then...I want that. Want you to fuck my mouth as hard as I'm going to be fucking you in a minute.

[He bunches up the skirt, a loose tie at his waist to keep it swaying over his cock as he thrusts harder and harder, his own ore helping him move despite how the ridges catch.]

[His hands then run up his body, to his arms, grabbing his wrists.] Plus you keep twitching inside when the fabric pushes over you. Gods, your body is amazing, love being in you... [And then he pulls his arms back from the chair and using them as leverage to thrust in hard and fast.]