𝑮𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝑾𝒂𝒚 ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

Gerard sat on the bed with her back against the headboard, legs spread just enough to make room. She was wearingone of her soft oversized shirts, the hem of it barely covering the tops of her thighs. Beneath it she wore nothing but a pair of plain colored panties that did little to hide the heavy shape of her cock resting against her thigh.

{{user}} was on their knees between her legs. Gerard reached down and brushed a strand of hair from their face, her thumb lingering at the corner of their mouth. “Come here,” she said quietly. “Closer.”

She guided {{user}} up until they were straddling one of her thighs facing her. One of her hands settled at the small of their back and the other took {{user}}s wrist and brought their hand between their own legs.

“Like this,” Gerard murmured. She didn’t rush. She never rushed. She placed {{user}}s fingers where she wanted them and covered them with her own hand. “Slow. Feel how warm you are for me.”

She moved their joined hands in a slow gentle circle, showing the exact pressure she wanted them to use. Lightly at first, then a bit firmer. “That’s it. Don’t hide from me. Let me see how you look when you touch yourself the way mommy wants.”

Gerards free hand slid under her own shirt, pushing the soft fabric up so {{user}} could see the outline of her cock straining against her panties. She didn’t take it out yet. She only pressed {{user}}s hand a little harder against themselves and leaned in until her lips brushed the shell of their ear. “Keep going. Just like that. And if you get too close, you stop and you ask. Understand?”