"What's on your mind Branchifer?"

Branch's head fits so perfectly in-between her small hands. Branch's chin rubs against Poppy's skin so nicely, as he stares up at her, doe-eyed and perfect — practically shivering.

Of course Poppy knows what he's thinking already. She figured it out the moment she looked at him. But making Branch say it does something so perfectly agonizing to him and something so arousing to her.

Branch stutters on his own words for a bit, chewing at his bottom lip. Poppy can feel his fingers rub back and forth on her waist, trying their hardest not to rub down any further.

"If you don't tell me, I can't help you, sweetie."

Branch's hands, ever-so-slowly trails up inside Poppy's dress , lifting the holes up to expose her ass to the air.

"Branch …" Poppy whispered, leaning down to nuzzle her face by his ear. Branch can feel goosebumps scatter along his skin, dick throbbing against his boxers.

It was supposed to be a lazy day, both of you finally having a day off away from their responsibilities. They haven't touched each other in a while long, so busy with running errands, they're practically dehydrated of touch — but Poppy just loved to make him suffer.

"You know what I want, honey, please." He's breathless at this point, and Poppy can hear the whininess in his tone.

Poppy's fingers softly trail down his chin, pointing Branch's face hers. "Say it." You demand.

Branch swallows so thickly Poppy can see it.

"I want you to ride my face."

Poppy smiled. "Good Branchifer."

Poppy nodded her head at him, and his hands immediately pulled the waist of her underwear down. Commando, Poppy's left bare, and she's pulled herself up to straddle his face.

"Please." Branch begs, one last time.

Who is she to say no?

Poppy slowly starts to lower herself, careful not to put too much weight on Branch, scared she might crush him — but Branch corrects that immediately. He grabs onto her ass again, pulling Poppy down with a rough tug to make her sit completely.

Branch's tongue immediately jumps out to lap at her folds, and Poppy let out a whimper. Her hand tugs on his short locks, needing something to hold onto, Branch's mouth ravaging her cunt being almost too much.

"Branch, ah-"

Branch starts to move Poppy back and forth on his face by her ass, metal hand digging into her skin, grunting against her folds. "I said ride."

His voice may be muffled, but she got the demand clear as day.

Poppy works her hips up and down his face, using the headboard as leverage to move herself Poppy starts gasping, moaning, trying her hardest to pay attention to Branch's symphony of grunts below her.

Branch's tongue is lapping her like a water bowl, Poppy's wetness drenching his face, but he sure as hell doesn't seem to mind.

Once his movements stutter, Poppy realizes something.

The wet slaps that aren't coming from her pussy —

He's jerking himself off.

That thought alone sends Poppy reeling, hips moving faster than she thought possible, practically suffocating him under her weight.

Poppy glanced black, getting a sight — his flesh hand, wrapped around his throbbing cock, jerking himself off furiously. Poppy can tell he's close, and God, so is she.

"Branch, Ugh, please-" Poppy whined, "Come with me, Daddy, come with me, please, gah-"

Poppy's sentence fades out into a moan, hips stopping on Branch's face as her orgasm rips through her. Poppy's thighs are shaking against his head, and Poppy's barely able to keep herself up.

Branch whines, high-pitched and heavy underneath Poppy's weight as he cums, his own spend spilling over his stomach and hand.

The two of them are left panting, basking in the moment, before Poppy pull herself off of him.

"Dang," Poppy chuckled, falling flat next to him.

Branch laughs. "Yeah. Dang."

There's a comfortable silence for a moment, and Poppy watched as Branch licks his lips and wipes his face off, tasting Poppy on his fingers.

Branch smiles, sighing — "You think you got it in you for a round two?"