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Ever since they moved into this giant home, Wylie has been in the mood to get everything exactly how they want it, especially with that epic recording studio that he's been putting together. It isn't like he knows what he's doing, but it's been fun to go ahead and play around. He's still working on getting everything brought in and set up, but until then, there's been a lot of messing around.

At the moment, he's standing in the middle of the living room, guitar strap over his shoulder as he plays and sings at Van, who is playfully jumping around and howling and/or barking along. Wylie can't help but cause more trouble with this dog only because he's responsive and that makes for a lot of fun, especially since Wylie can sing at him and he barks back.

Right now, Wylie is singing a fairly poor acoustic version of "Fortunate Son" and laughing halfway through as Van seems to be going out of his mind, trying to convince Wylie to play with him.

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She reaches to grasp that hand and pull it away from between her legs. "Ya know I lover your fingers," she says, nipping lightly at his thumb. "And I'll gladly take advantage later. But right now I'd really just you fucked my brains out." To emphasize her point she pushes her hips up against him, lips stretched in a wide grin.

"Oh, I love when you make demands," he grins down at her. He secures his arm around her thigh, keeping her leg on his shoulder. His free hand gives himself a few first strokes and then presses into her, not waisting any time to fully thrust against her, rolling his hips forward before starting a steady pace of thrusting into her, feeling how slick and easily they slide together.

"God..." he groans.

Her head falls back when he pushes into her, filling her up. "Fuck yes..." she gasps, hands falling to grip at his thighs. "Just like that." Never one to just lay still and take it, she pushes her hips up to meet him with each thrust, making him slide in so deeply.

Wylie groans softly, one hand holding her thigh, the other on her hip to hold her stead so he can thrust harder into her, not holding back. She did say she wanted her brains fucked out. Wylie thrusts hard, leaning forward more against her as he does, watching her breasts bounce with each time they come together.

She loves to feel the force in his thrusts when he's not holding back. It doesn't take long before he has her moaning loudly, clawing at his thighs. "Ya feel so fucking good, babe," she groans, a pale pink flush to her cheeks.

"Fuck..." he can't hold back that curse, arranging them again, her leg still on his shoulder, pressing it and testing her flexibility as he braces his hands on the floor on either side of her to get better leverage.

"Gonna fuck you till you can't walk straight..." he grunts, eyes squeezed shut.

Her flexibility really isn't an issue, he can effectively fold her in half. She has no verbal response to that, just a deep moan as she feels the pleasure build. God, he always knows just what to do to her, and she knows she'll be screaming in no time at all.

He is doing everything he can to hit every perfect angle for her. He shifts his weight to one hand so the other can knead at her breast, tweaking her nipple between thumb and forefinger. He's feeling the pleasure rising and he is holding himself back, trying to get her there. He has every intention of getting her through multiple orgasms if he can.

The first one hits and she's arching sharply, crying out as her body clenches around him. "Ah, fuck, don't stop!" She pants, keeping on moving against him, only wanting more of him.

"Wasn't planning to..." he grunts, fucking her hard through that first orgasm, feeling her clench tightly around him. He loves feeling her let go like that, watching her thrust her hips up to meet him.

Wylie slows just slightly, grabbing her hips tightly. "Turn over..."

She does, through there's an instinctive protesting sound from her because he slips out of her as she turns to get on her hands and knees, hips tilted and her ass raised for him.

He doesn't make her wait long. Wylie lines up and thrusts full into her again, not wasting any time to build back into a furious pace, taking her roughly with his hands gripping her hips to help her rock back against him.

She cries out when he plunges back into her. That feeling alone is almost enough to bring her over the edge once more, almost.

It's all very primal, this hard and fast, the room echoing with their moans and groans, the slapping sounds of flesh hitting flesh. She absolutely loves it.

That's exactly what he likes about all this. They can be just as loud and needy as they want. He doesn't hold back, since Je is clearly enjoying it. She's easy to read. He slides his hands over her , wanting to feel every inch of her. "God, you feel good, baby... gonna come...." he groans.

That's the only problem with going at it like this, it tend sto be as brief as it is fast and intense. She doesn't want it to be over yet. But, at least there can always be more later, when he's recovered. "Come on, baby," she mumbles, between her moans and gasps. "Wanna feel you come into me."

He's got plenty of ways to keep her occupied even while he is taking the time to recover. And when she's trying to get him to come, he can't really help himself. He thrusts hard, rapidly into her and groaning softly, flesh slapping together until he feels it building. Wylie grabs her hips in a bruising grip before feeling himself swell and throb, orgasm washing over him as he comes hard inside her, slamming in fully.

If it is the force with which he slams into her, or knowing that he's caught up in the pleasure as well, or likely both, it's enough to bring on another climax. With a wordless cry she arches sharply, pushing herself back against him.

Wylie is a tad bit light headed when he realizes that she's also just slammed through another climax. He looses his grip on her hips, still pressed tightly inside her and reaching around to pulling her up so she is sitting back against his thighs, his cock still inside her. Panting, he rests his forehead against her shoulder, arms circling her waist. "Damn..."

Just like he's resting his forehead against her shoulder, she lets her head drop back to rest against his. "I agree whole-heartedly," she says, breathing deeply and a little bit heavily, her heart thumping strongly in her chest. She's not worn out, not by far, and Wylie knows this. But she doesn't mind a quiet moment.

Oh no, when they both get into moods like this, it's a marathon of bodily fluids and curses. He's not about to let this end right here and he happily let's them rest together for a moment while they catch their breath.

His hands wander across her torso, unable to stop himself from toying with her breasts again when they are so easily accessible. He nips at the sensitive skin of her neck.

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