There it was. The refusal that didn't mean anything. Not when she said his name like that. He almost coughed in lust when she started parting her legs for him. He kissed her neck in worship and brought her closer to the fall of the counter, and then her skirt was up so he could see her panties. He moved back to claim them, as he always did, and put them in his pocket, half way out. He swallowed in greed when he looked at her exposed folds, and unzipped himself. "Just a little closeness." he said, to feed the imagery that Haley liked.<br/><br/>He grunted low when he took his rightful place inside her, and kissed her deeply. Her inner was delicious, it always was, because it loved him more than her words ever expressed. He looked down to see it, his lulling chemicals fast dispersing from his blood at the delight of finding her taut hug. Keida's lips parted, forehead to hers as he admired what was happening between their hips, his cock stirring her beautiful gash up, and thrusting expertly. It wasn't their first time. He knew exactly where to be in order to make her tingle. How forbidden, and how lovely to have sober Haley with him on this.<br/><br/>He kissed her tightly. "I don't wanna leave without giving you something for the food." Like he was some whore for a meal. He, if any one, didn't mind the likeness. He bit her lower lip and dragged hiss teeth over it to give it back. "Say my name like you always do, Haley." he asked, lost in their thieved moment, relishing in the torrid of their secret. She was learning quickly, their innocent princess, that deceit was an incredible spice. His hand went into her cleavage and held on to her tit, like it was his comfort and leverage. He, in turn, whispered her name into her ear.<br/><br/>"Just tell me you like it, Haley. I don't want to force you." he said, though her slickness and the sounds her suckling slit made were plenty honest.