The one drawback from sexy roleplay with costumes was the costumes themselves if they were elaborate as theirs since Katelynn was kissing him back and trying to figure out which button to unsnap first. Rather than get frustrated she giggled against his lips and just ran her hands around his body to feel his body through the material.
Even if he wasn’t muscular or strong, his body was lean and sexy and she dragged a bit of her dress back so she could hook a leg over his waist and bring him closer, trying to get her body flush up against him. Thrusting against him once, her giggle transformed into a soft moan.
He hadn’t been expecting that, and gasped through the kiss as she thrust against him. Even through their clothes, he could feel the warmth of her pressed against him, and it send a rush of hot blood to his groin. It didn’t take long before Jack’s pants were growing uncomfortably tight. Before they could do any more, clothes needed to start coming off.
Jack took Katelynn’s hands and guided them to the collar of his costume, there was a tiny hook inside the high collar that held it closed, and he showed her how to unfasten it, and then work her way down the buttons. As each one came undone, more of his bare, tattooed blue chest was exposed.
As for Katelynn’s clothes … the way she’d hiked her skirt up, there was something extremely exciting about the thought of removing just her underwear and making love to her with the butterfly dress still on. But that wasn’t how you treated a princess, so Jack gently reached around to unfasten her dress.
With his chest exposed, Katelynn took great care in kissing his torso, planting kiss after kiss in every inch of skin as she gently began sliding his coat off. She even planted many over the butterfly at his heart.
But as he tried to slide her dress off, she only took enough off so her breasts were free, smiling up at him and hiking her dress up a little further to grind her panty covered womanhood against his bulge.
“It’s..all right with clothes on?” she whispered, moving a hand down to work the buckles on his pants.
… How had she managed to read his mind? Jack watched as she pushed her bodice down and hiked her skirt up, torn between lust at how incredibly, scandalously sexy she was being, and tenderness at the fact that she wanted to go along with his secret fantasy. He held her tightly for a moment, pressing a soft, loving kiss to her temple. “Of course it’s all right,” he whispered back. “It’s more than all right."
When Katelynn started unfastening his pants, Jack lifted his hips up to give her more access. He helped her push it down his thighs, underwear and all, just enough for his hard, purple-tinged erection to spring free.
Jack Maple 