Casual Conversations.

The wiggling of Mercy's hot hips, her shivering and squeaking, the purring of her silky voice was making Clyde giddy and enticed, his threat thumping as he knelt before Mercy who would turn around, bring her long shapely leg over him and resting it on his shoulder. He grinned at her with an anxious look on his face, practically trembling with excitement as he admired her heavenly body and beautiful face that was full of enticing mannerisms and expressions. Loving her fluttering eyes and wile grin that hinted at her naughty mind.

And as patiently as he could, Clyde would watch Mercy lose her dress shirt, gulping as he saw the pink haired paralegal shove off her practically naked body in such provocative attire. Clyde was feeling really, really, warm right now. The whole apartment felt like a sauna as her gazed at her perky bouncing breasts that he wanted to claim greedily. "O-On..." He didn't know why but the tie was just kind of kinky. And if wanted it out of the way, he could push it aside or remove it with ease. Especially when he wanted to get in between.

He swallowed hard as he looked up at Mercy's confident demeanor, not even realizing he was on his knees, far too lost in eager lust, leaning his head to the side so his head rested against the leg she had on his shoulder, his cheek against her stockings.

Mercy smirked as Clyde answered her. She purred as he rubbed his head against her stocking and she leaned forward to rub her fingers through his messy blonde hair.

"Oh, Clyde." She said. "I know I cam over to take care of you but could you do me one teensy, weensy favor?" She said, pouting as though she was going to ask something quite hefty from the Texan.

"Could you take my thong off, please?" She stiffed a giggle with her hand. She knew exactly what she was doing.

"With your teeth?"

Clyde sighed pleasently as Mercy rubbed her delicate fingers through his hair, making him shut his eyes and just ease into her touch. Opening his eyes back up when he heard her speak, seeing her cute little pout that made him eager to cure. Whatever her request, he felt compelled to fulfill it!

But when he heard her request, his heart just leaped out of his chest and his body grew warm as she asked for him to use his teeth. He was shaking slightly. He was eager and ready. He didn't need to answer, he just went with it.

He stood tall on his knees before Mercy, pushing his nose against her taut abdomen, kissing her stock with a soft peck, dragging his face down her heavenly skin before his chin rested on her undergarments, from there he lowered his head and carefully took her thong within his teeth, playfully growling up at her with a grin as he slowly bent over, lowering his head to pull down her thong.

He was slow and careful, his cheeks brushing against her stocking covered thighs, looking up at her with his eyes the whole time he trailed the thong down her legs until he brought her thong to the floor, his chin on the carpet as he finally lowered them.

Mercy's teeth pressed against her lips and she sucked in her breath as Clyde pushed his head between her thighs. She could feel his hot breath rolling against her scantily clad crotch and she shuddered as her fingers ran through his messy blonde hair. Mercy curled her fingers but didn't tug on the hair as her eyes fluttered when Clyde tugged the thing off.

Mercy purred and looked down at Clyde. She smiled as he was kneed before her and then giggled. She took a step back, squatted and cupped Clyde's cheeks and guided him tot he couch. "Thank you, Clyde." Mercy said and kissed him on the cheek. "You're not too injured for the next part are you?" Mercy said with a teasing pout as she stepped away and moved over to her travel bag. She bent over, showing off her naked rear as she pulled out her ipod and sticking an ear bud into her ear. While she fished around and looked for a song, with one hand, she pulled a condom out from her bag as well and turned to look at Clyde with a wink as she found a [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DKssXSdyYYw:9kubzkqp]song[/url:9kubzkqp].

Clyde groaned softly as he felt Mercy's fingers running through his hair, he loved that feeling. She could play with him like that any time she wanted. The curling of her fingers was hot for him. And if she tugged at him sharply, roughly, he'd love it just as much. It happened a lot in matches, for better or worse.

Mercy then lifted his chin up. Clyde and looked to her with a lost, lusty gaze. Mesmerized by the beautiful pink haired woman and her pretty eyes as she cupped his cheeks, he followed her up without question back to the couch, gasping softly as she kissed his cheek.

Silently he shook his head, his mouth hung open slightly telling her 'No' he wasn't too injured for the next part. His eyes would remained locked on her as she turned away from him, her naked tits and exposed ass with the garter and stockings on. He licked his lips hungrily and didn't realize it. Finally Mercy turned around and showed that she was carrying... A condom. Clyde got the memo and sat up, undoing his pants hastily and yanking them down, letting his ego spring out at full mast. He then stood up slightly and hunched over to Mercy, grabbing her hands to pull her onto the couch with him, most likely on his lap.

Mercy giggled as she was pulled onto Clyde. She purred and looked down at him as her tie dangled on his chest. She pushed her hands forward and clutched his chest, digging her fingers gently into the skin and looking at him with fluttering eyes. She could feel his manhood as she rubbed up against it. Her cheeks flushed and she began to slowly rub her ass against the tented cock, moaning and letting her breasts sway with the motion as she enticed Clyde, taking care not to press too hard against him.

After a moment of revving him up, Mercy set the condom on Clyde's chest and rolled off of him. She then began to pull off his shorts to expose him. Mercy bit her lips and looked at Clyde through her peripheral. No, Not today. He was lucky she wasn't making HIM put the condom on as she tore it open and began to slide it along his member.

Once she was finished, she eased back onto him, hovering over his body as he slowly began to ease herself onto his cock, squealing stiltedly as she did.

"Uh!uh!uh! ooooooh..."

Clyde sucked in air through his teeth as he felt Mercy's fingers digging into his skin, cooing for her as he held her hands to caress them and keep her grip on his chest while he continued to stare into her pretty, blue, fluttering eyes and beautiful face. "Hooh." Breathed hard as he felt her ass sliding against his member, it would twitch against her and again as he heard her moan, staring her swaying beasts. She got him panting through his nose heavily as she did indeed rev him up.

Mercy slid off him, removed the shorts and applied the condom to him. Part of Clyde wished he could go all natural with Mercy but he couldn't complain about great sex with Mercy. Even if did miss how things used to be... Or when Lilly fucked him...

"...Shouldn't think of that..." felt Guilty for it.

With the condom applied, Clyde gripped Mercy's hips as she mounted him and slowly eased herself onto the cowboy. Clyde's eyes would roll up as he bit his lip, his thighs trembling as he felt Mercy's tight pussy take in his cock. " O-Oh...Oohh! F-F-Fuck, babe!" He howled, panting hard as he hugged her waist.

"Guess... This is a bad time ta' ask if... You wanted ta' wrestle... Hah..." He joked with a slight smile, his face going a bit pink.

Mercy bit her lip hard as she eased herself onto Clyde. Little squeaks escaped her mouth until she was fully inside of her. She panted and took shallow breaths as she heard Clyde say something. She turned down her music, her fist clenched around her ipod as her knuckles buried itself in Clyde's chest. She hated it when he talked during sex and he KNEW it but he had to hear him out.

Mercy furrowed her brow at him opened one eye. "I'm not a wrestler, Clyde." She said as she very slowly began to grind into him. "And, you're in no condition. Do you want to get hurt even more? Wouldn't that be embarrassing?" She had stopped to rest on his lap with his rod still buried in her. She could feel it inside of him and gasped every few words. "I can't compete because I got beat up by my girlfriend. No. She doesn't wrestle and she's like half my size."

"I...Know." Clyde breathed as he felt Mercy's tight pussy hugging his throbbing member. This always felt like heaven. But he had to ask for something else. Had to. And when she got uppity, he could only sigh and turn his head while he raised his eyes, only to tremble as Mercy slowly ground on him.

And when she stopped he absentminded pumped his trembling hips up and down as much as he could, felt like pure reflex. "Haa-Haah..." He gasped with each pump. "You're like... 3 inches shorter... Ain't half." He commented before leaning in, kissing her cheek, then her jaw, then her neck, pecking it several times.

"And here I thought you'd be into my... temporary weakness..." He muttered breathily while his lower body twitched. "...You actin' like you'd win if we fooled a-around." He teased her with a smug grin as he tried to keep his crotch still, it was making it harder to talk!

"Stop it." mercy said, frowning as Clyde bucked his hips and tried to get them to go back to hanky panky. She swatted his hip and frowned at him. She was in no mood while they were chit chatting. "Well, obviously." She said, sitting up and gasping as she pushed away from his kisses. She crossed her arms under her chest and closed her eyes as she felt him inside of her. She had to breath evenly to make sure she didn't squeal or groan while they were having a 'serious discussion'

"Why would I be into your weakness, Clyde? I'm not some insecure girl who dreams of the day when I can finally manhandle some man..." Mercy smirked. "But clearly you are." She teased and wiggled her tush against Clyde's lap, squealing sharply as if she hadn't meant to do that or had forgotten what it might do to her.