<strong>Chester</strong><br/><br/>Chester was flying! Hands groped and felt along Avery as if she were his. He would hoard her away like some greedy dragon, and dare anyone to come for her if he could. Sadly, that was not his role. The drugs seemed to take all the caution out of him, and her words were the final nail on their coffin. He slid her a little more, then held her so that he puffy sex hung in striking distance. The dip his cock took into her was insistent, and warm moist breath slid against his skin as he breathed the pleasure of his entrance.<br/><br/>His hips went to work slowly, pressing in her. Each thrust slowly shined the skin of his shaft, until he held her tightly. His eyes remained closed as he held her waist with one arm, and her hair with the other hand. The slower getting-to-know-you strokes had progressed to full thrusts within her, and he finally opened his eyes to see her in all her glory, and hear her sounds of pleasure. She would be his beacon, and he remained ready to adjust as needed to give her what she needed.<br/><br/>His own base desires to plow into her senselessly could wait. Her body would tell him when she was ready for that.<br/>