Grinning, Jackson picked up his shirt. “I don’t think I’d be able to complain about you moaning,” he replied, shaking his head as he tugged his shirt back on. “I love hearing your moans, feeling your cunt around my cock.” A smirk grew on his face as his eyes soaked up the sight before him.

Making sure that her dress was fully pulled down and she wasn’t exposing herself, the smaller girl let out a small hum. “Really? I love feeling your cock inside of me.” She teased, taking a step closer towards Jackson. “Whatcha doing now? Do you have plans?”

Pulling away from her, Jackson shook off the cum that was clinging to the tip of his cock before he bent down to start tugging up his boxer shorts. “Well, there’s still time; that table was loud, as were your moans,” he commented, grinning down at her. 

Nodding at his words, the smaller girl hopped off of the table and looked around the place for some napkins. Spotting some on the table, she hoped they were clean and used them to clean herself up before pulling her dress back down. “That’s true but you certainly wasn’t complaining five minutes ago.” Olivia teased, grabbing her underwear and kneeling down to tuck them into Jackson’s pocket.

A groan of his own tumbled free from his lip as he felt Olivia’s release, her walls pulsing around his cock which helped Jackson edge closer to his own release. “Yes, baby, yes,” he moaned, thrusting again as he felt himself reach his edge. He jerked a few more times as Jackson rode out his orgasm, spewing his load into her sex.

Still rather sensitive from her own high, the brunette couldn’t resist but to place a few more kisses on his neck before pulling away and looking up at Jackson. “Wow.” Olivia stated with a small grin, lifting a hand to push her somewhat damp hair from her face. “I’m surprised we weren’t caught there.” She laughed lightly, leaning in to kiss him gently.

“Okay, baby,” Jackson moaned, focusing his thrusts in the position that pleased Olivia the most. Rolling his head back, Jackson let out a moan. “Fuck, yes,” he gritted his teeth, trying to keep himself going so that he could feel Olivia’s walls clamp around his hardened cock. 

Feeling him listen to what she needed, the brunette couldn’t help but let out a loud yelp as she gripped onto him with all she had. “Fuck, Jackson.” Olivia almost screamed as she finally gave into the sensation and let herself cum all over his cock. “So good.” She groaned, biting down on her lower lip as she tried to catch her breath once more. “You want to fill me up with your cum?” She teased, lifting her hips up to meet his. 

“Before that happens… we better make sure you cum all over my cock,” Jackson grunted, his thrust coming quicker and quicker. Gripping one hand on her hip, his thighs connected with the table, shifting it across the floor slight. He could feel himself building, his body almost ready to shoot his load deep inside of her juicy cunt.

Thinking a quick fuck it to herself, Olivia allowed her to be as vocal as she wanted - her moans quickly filling the room. “’M so close.” She whimpered, her nails clawing at his back as she pressed her chest against his. “Fuck - right there just a little harder, please?” She almost begged, knowing he had found the right spot.

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Bracing himself on the table with one hand, Jackson pumped his cock in and out of Olivia’s pussy with each thrust getting harder and harder each time. A groan escaped his mouth as he felt her teeth make contact with his skin causing Jackson to press a little harder against Olivia’s clit. “Fuck,” he moaned. “You like that, don’t you?”

Whilst concentrating on sucking and biting his skin, the smaller girl moved her arms to grip onto his back - digging her nails into it harshly. “I do, I really do.” Olivia moaned, forgetting her actions on him for a moment as she continued to moan loudly. “We are definitely going to get kicked out of this place.” She breathed, almost laughing before she was cut of once more.

His gaze remained fixed on her pussy that he continued to thrust in and out of, watching her take his cock inch by inch. Eventually, he built up a steady rhythm and, with the hand that was holding her underwear of the the way, the pad of Jackson’s thumb began massaging circles against her clit. 

Opening her eyes to gaze up at Jackson as she bit on her lower lip to contain her moans, Olivia leaned up to place multiple small kisses on his jaw line. “That feels so good, you’re so good at fucking me.” She moaned against his skin before biting down on it - somewhat intent on leaving her mark on him.

“Oh, please don’t wear your underwear,” he asked, a playful glint sparking off in his eye. “It’d make touching you irresistible.” Jackson pushed his tip in a little further before he retracted it and began ruining it against her sex again. “Your pussy is perfect,” he stated, pushing his cock in a little more, slowly pushing and pulling it out as he edged in deeper. A moan fell from his lips as his eyes watched her take his cock.

“You want me to walk out of this place with no underwear on? I can do that - you would be the only one in here who would know that I was going commando.” She told him, considering the idea with a nod of her head. Olivia was just about to complain about his teasing once more when she finally felt his cock inside of her, something she had been craving for a while now. “You’re cock is perfect.” She returned with a moan, her eyes closing as she let herself enjoy the moment.

“I like to make sure you’re definitely ready for me,” he commented, fingertips rubbing at the knot of nerves between her folds. Slowly, Jackson brought his fingers up to his lips, licking them with a smirk playing across his face as his eyes locked on Olivia’s. Dropping his gaze, he moved to slip his cock against her cunt, smothering it in her juices before he teased her entrance.

A moan escaped her lips once more as the female leaned back to rest on her forearms as gazed up at him. “I think you can tell that I’m definitely ready for you, I’ll be surprised if I can wear my underwear again to leave in.” Olivia teased with a small laugh, her eyebrows furrowing suddenly when she felt his cock against her. “Fuck, Jack.” She groaned, trying her hardest not to buck her hips against him.

His expression mirrored that of her’s his lower lip was caught tightly between his teeth which were sinking deeper into it causing the male was gasp slightly. “No, keep them on for a moment,” he ordered, stepping close once more with his hand outstretched to stroke her. His fingers moved the thin fabric to one side, exposing her folds which her stroked and teased slowly. “Such a pretty sight,” Jackson complimented, working himself slowly.

Her hands moved to grip onto the side of the table as she watched him take a step closer towards her and she couldn’t help the small groan that escaped her now red lips. “Fucking hell - you’re such a tease.” Olivia mumbled with a small moan, her grip on the wood beneath her tightening.

“Like I said… been too long since I had you,” Jackson commented, humming to himself as his rolled back, enjoying the simple touches she offered. Looking back at Olivia, Jackson knew she had a point. So, the male took a step back and began tugging up his shirt. “No point in beating round the bush, is there?” he added, shoving off his pants and boxers, too. They pooled around his ankles where he still wore his shoes. With his cock in his hand, Jackson slowly stroked himself as he eyed up Olivia. “I want you to spread those legs for me.”

The brunette was somewhat surprised when he agreed with what she said and with her lower lip lip between her teeth she watched him reveal his cock to her. Letting out a small hum at his words, Olivia reached down and pulled up her dress to her hips - fiddling with the edge of her underwear. “You want me to take them off or?” She teased, spreading her legs slowly for the male stood in front of her.

“Too long,” he echoed, his breathing coming out in hot, heavy grunts and sighs as he lent back to give Olivia better access to his belt. As the fastening opened, Jackson felt instant relief as his cock had a little more room to grow into. Needing to touch her, he moved a hand between her legs, moving up her skirt until his fingertips brushed against the cotton of her panties. 

The grin on her face was hard to hide as she heard his breathing become more laboured and she moved her hand to palm him through his underwear. “Wow, you’re already getting hard.” Olivia noted with a smirk before her eyes moved to meet his as she felt his hand against her underwear - she couldn’t help but be grateful she had gone for a dress tonight. “Are we really going to tease each other after how long we’ve waited?”