She looked up at him with a satisfied, hungry smile.
"See? Your body is more honest than your words, Logan."
Daenerys rose slowly to her feet. Her heavy breasts swayed with the movement.
She placed both hands on Logan's chest and pushed him gently but firmly backward.
Logan resisted at first, his feet planted, but she kept pushing until the back of his legs hit the edge of the bed.
"Lie down," she whispered.
Logan hesitated. He stood there for a few moments, breathing heavily. Daenerys gave him another gentle push.
This time he sat down on the bed. She pushed again, and he finally lay back on the mattress.
Daenerys climbed onto the bed after him, moving slowly. She straddled his waist, her thick thighs on either side of his body.
Her wet pussy hovered just above his softening cock.
She leaned down and kissed his neck softly. Then she moved lower, dragging her full lips across his chest. Logan's body tensed.
"Daenerys… enough," he said quietly. "We should stop here."
