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finalflight2024-09-12 10:58 am
retroductions) wrote in finalflight2024-09-12 10:58 am
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[ like this. like this, like this, like this... she grinds her hips slowly back and forth—crowding his nose and then down across his chin, smearing her wet. over, over, over again. she finds it incredible difficult to tell that his tongue is inside her; there is only the sound to guide her, and the nudge of his mouth, and the occasional titillating thrill that is that warm muscle tugging and curling just within her cunt.
her tail flutters and twitches in his hand. ]
And my hole—...
[ the one she wouldn't let him sodomize. ]
her tail flutters and twitches in his hand. ]
And my hole—...
[ the one she wouldn't let him sodomize. ]
[His tongue works, slipping in and out by the merest centimeters as she grinds against him. His face will be a right mess by the end of this; with each pass he feels as though she might drench him, a hyperbole that doesn’t feel so farfetched when her slick is mixing with his own saliva for his efforts.
Her hole… Right, the one she denied him.
He will lift his other hand, then, as he raises up her tail and gropes to press his fingertip against her hole. There, he finds that soft skin and slowly rubs in a circle, feeling her out.
Again, eloquently-]
Mmmhh.
Her hole… Right, the one she denied him.
He will lift his other hand, then, as he raises up her tail and gropes to press his fingertip against her hole. There, he finds that soft skin and slowly rubs in a circle, feeling her out.
Again, eloquently-]
Mmmhh.
[ oh, yes. he is fast becoming her favourite (he was already her favourite). shudders out a breath as he lifts her tail, for it feels a new kind of naughty to have him do so. ]
Ah—... da, right there. Press on it, as though to open...
[ laying right... down over and atop him. she is shaking too much to hold herself upright anymore. ]
Move your mouth back up.
Ah—... da, right there. Press on it, as though to open...
[ laying right... down over and atop him. she is shaking too much to hold herself upright anymore. ]
Move your mouth back up.
[Take that, future him!
Weight shifts, and she's over him, but the most it does for Sholmes is obscure his vision more in shadow. It hardly matters — he is keen to follow her instructions, keen to please, nearly pliant thanks to the drug itself. And so the tip of his finger presses in, slowly, compelling her to open up for him. She's so warm here, so soft.
Meanwhile, his mouth complies too, tilting his head up so move his mouth in tandem. She will lose the nudging of his tongue between her folds, though, because he is assuming she'd like more attention given to her clit.]
Weight shifts, and she's over him, but the most it does for Sholmes is obscure his vision more in shadow. It hardly matters — he is keen to follow her instructions, keen to please, nearly pliant thanks to the drug itself. And so the tip of his finger presses in, slowly, compelling her to open up for him. She's so warm here, so soft.
Meanwhile, his mouth complies too, tilting his head up so move his mouth in tandem. She will lose the nudging of his tongue between her folds, though, because he is assuming she'd like more attention given to her clit.]
[ mmmh, that is precisely what she wants. some sweet kissing at her clitoris, which seems to strain and twitch in imitation of—different anatomy. she moans long, low, loud into the bedspread above his head. twitchy, too, where his fingertip nudges.
he's so eager. he's so eager. that's all she can think: he is so eager, so eager, so eager, so eager. he'll do anything to her that she asks! starts mussing up his hair, and everything is trembly and urgent. her stomach muscles tensing and untensing where they rest against his forehead. ]
Don't stop—
he's so eager. he's so eager. that's all she can think: he is so eager, so eager, so eager, so eager. he'll do anything to her that she asks! starts mussing up his hair, and everything is trembly and urgent. her stomach muscles tensing and untensing where they rest against his forehead. ]
Don't stop—
[So, so, so eager. Like he wants to prove something, like he only wants to please her, this woman who will be his future wife. Why shouldn’t he strive to do his best? Why shouldn’t he excel, to bring her the kind of pleasure he feels against his tongue and lips right now? The twitch of her stiffened clit, mirrored in the hug of the muscles around his finger, too.
His hair’s a lost cause, but he’s not even thinking about that. Only the obvious clench and unclenching of her muscles, felt so keenly. The urgency is just as potent — he would love to make her come.
Sucks harder at her, kissing so generously. His finger presses in more, his first knuckle swallowed up if it hadn’t been already.]
His hair’s a lost cause, but he’s not even thinking about that. Only the obvious clench and unclenching of her muscles, felt so keenly. The urgency is just as potent — he would love to make her come.
Sucks harder at her, kissing so generously. His finger presses in more, his first knuckle swallowed up if it hadn’t been already.]
[ mmmmnnnn, is there any nicer sound she could be listening to than that of his breathing right now? she laughs, once, dreamily; it becomes a gasp that stutters out of her while his finger sinks in. without oil, it is slower, tighter, warmer than she's used to. she doesn't... hate it. ]
It needs being wet, Herlock—!
[ on either side of his face, her thigh muscles tremor and tremor and tremor. ]
It needs being wet, Herlock—!
[ on either side of his face, her thigh muscles tremor and tremor and tremor. ]
[It must not be much of a complaint, not from the tremble of her muscles. But he’s also aware enough to be gentle, despite his boldness.]
Mmmph.
[A very slight wiggle of that semi-seated finger. He can’t exactly wet it in his current position.]
Mmmph.
[A very slight wiggle of that semi-seated finger. He can’t exactly wet it in his current position.]
It is as though you think she is lonely , being left on her own for a handful of hours.
Ohhhh. [ even slight is still immense, in such a tender place. she wriggles, shivers, and lifts of his mouth by barest centimeters to reach back and spread and squish herself around his nestled hand. ] I love fingering by clever hands. But yours...
[ well. his clever mouth will more than suffice. knees sliding further apart: her weight plying down on him cunt-first. ]
More, more, more...
[ well. his clever mouth will more than suffice. knees sliding further apart: her weight plying down on him cunt-first. ]
More, more, more...
[Encouraged by her words and the soft, enveloping squish of her backside, what’s a teen to do than to try to please her even more? Sholmes is still gentle about it, almost experimental, but he’ll ease that finger in even further if she wants it. Up to the last knuckle, completely wanting to feel the tight hug of her.
As for his mouth… ah, it’s reaching the point where it’s almost overwhelming in a good way. His face feels absolutely drenched. The weight of her is warm and urgent. And she smells like brimstone and sex, and it fills his nostrils as he takes her in. And though he cannot see her well, just the very hue of her naked skin provides him fluttery pleasure.
Squeezes the base of her tail. His tongue darts out to tend to her clit, in and out, in and out, then draws itself across that sensitive spot more slowly, with increased pressure. As though he were trying to stimulate all her nerves at once with each pass.]
As for his mouth… ah, it’s reaching the point where it’s almost overwhelming in a good way. His face feels absolutely drenched. The weight of her is warm and urgent. And she smells like brimstone and sex, and it fills his nostrils as he takes her in. And though he cannot see her well, just the very hue of her naked skin provides him fluttery pleasure.
Squeezes the base of her tail. His tongue darts out to tend to her clit, in and out, in and out, then draws itself across that sensitive spot more slowly, with increased pressure. As though he were trying to stimulate all her nerves at once with each pass.]
[…Ah. His dear, dear Sprezzatura.]
…Come then.
[Takes her by the hips and playfully… turns her to face the exit. Though he stands rather close behind her, as though to remind her that she’s no reason to feel lonely here and now — Sholmes will always be near.]
Back to Baker Street.
…Come then.
[Takes her by the hips and playfully… turns her to face the exit. Though he stands rather close behind her, as though to remind her that she’s no reason to feel lonely here and now — Sholmes will always be near.]
Back to Baker Street.
Ohh-h-h!
[ on a giddy laugh. she hardly recognizes herself with so much lightness in her tone, but there can be no weight when he is knuckle-deep and bathing her cunt in such devoted affection. she feels like a platinum coin.
now, Sholmes will learn how it feels to have his face humped. more than that, how it feels when a woman comes. it is rhythmic and pulsing. she moans the entire while. soft, fluttery moans and the twitch of her tail in hand. any forethought towards his neck and his comfort: evaporated. she bears down as hard as she can and all but smothers him. ]
Yes, like that!
[ on a giddy laugh. she hardly recognizes herself with so much lightness in her tone, but there can be no weight when he is knuckle-deep and bathing her cunt in such devoted affection. she feels like a platinum coin.
now, Sholmes will learn how it feels to have his face humped. more than that, how it feels when a woman comes. it is rhythmic and pulsing. she moans the entire while. soft, fluttery moans and the twitch of her tail in hand. any forethought towards his neck and his comfort: evaporated. she bears down as hard as she can and all but smothers him. ]
Yes, like that!
[ALL BUT SMOTHERED, INDEED, but despite his inexperience, this sort of reaction is expected. She had bore down on him without much care before, and of course she loses all restraint as he feels her orgasm flutter against his lips and tongue.
But all he can think is yes, yes— Good, he's able to please her just as well as he might in the future. He is proud, self-satisfied, even as he has to hold on his breath and halt his minstrations as she bears down.]
Hmph!
[That's a satisfied hmph! One hand at least abandons her tail to steady one hip.]
But all he can think is yes, yes— Good, he's able to please her just as well as he might in the future. He is proud, self-satisfied, even as he has to hold on his breath and halt his minstrations as she bears down.]
Hmph!
[That's a satisfied hmph! One hand at least abandons her tail to steady one hip.]
[ "steady" is quite the word to use in the thread where they are both riding an opium high.
though. right now, Sprezzatura is also riding his face. with such abandon, in fact, that he might worry for his own nose. and nevermind the slickness of his lips, cheeks, and chin as she slides the entire length of her cunt back and forth and back again. he may have ceased to lick and kiss, but she has the leverage to force him to continue... after a fashion. ]
though. right now, Sprezzatura is also riding his face. with such abandon, in fact, that he might worry for his own nose. and nevermind the slickness of his lips, cheeks, and chin as she slides the entire length of her cunt back and forth and back again. he may have ceased to lick and kiss, but she has the leverage to force him to continue... after a fashion. ]
["Steady" is used liberally.
In fact, he does begin to fear for the state of his nose. Ruck too hard—and she does appear to be straddling that line (no pun intended)—and there exists the faraway fear that she could break it. That would be... not ideal.
Certainly would make for a good story, though.
That "steadying" touch does offer a bit more actual steadiness, in that it resists when she humps back up and close to his nose, maybe forcing her to not move up quite so high.]
Mmmnph.
[He is trying to say something, but maybe she just gets pleasure from how his lips move again.]
In fact, he does begin to fear for the state of his nose. Ruck too hard—and she does appear to be straddling that line (no pun intended)—and there exists the faraway fear that she could break it. That would be... not ideal.
Certainly would make for a good story, though.
That "steadying" touch does offer a bit more actual steadiness, in that it resists when she humps back up and close to his nose, maybe forcing her to not move up quite so high.]
Mmmnph.
[He is trying to say something, but maybe she just gets pleasure from how his lips move again.]
[ is Herlock Sholmes really about to tell anyone stories about That Time A Devil Woman Broke My Nose From Riding My Face,
between his finger still worked all the way up inside her, and his hand resisting her, she really has little choice but to still. lifts up on her knees, just barely. maybe a few centimeters at most... but he can speak again. and breathe again. ]
Wh—what.
between his finger still worked all the way up inside her, and his hand resisting her, she really has little choice but to still. lifts up on her knees, just barely. maybe a few centimeters at most... but he can speak again. and breathe again. ]
Wh—what.
[yeah why not
Looks up at her hazily, utterly a mess. But she’s such a beautiful sight he can’t even be upset by:]
…You’ll break my nose.
Looks up at her hazily, utterly a mess. But she’s such a beautiful sight he can’t even be upset by:]
…You’ll break my nose.
Ha! I would not. I have never...
[ well. there was that one time. ]
[ well. there was that one time. ]
There is a first for everything.
[The hand on her hip raises, holding up one finger.]
A bloody nose will… ruin the mood.
[The hand on her hip raises, holding up one finger.]
A bloody nose will… ruin the mood.
... Hm.
[ ugh. fine. she reaches behind herself to grasp his wrist and tug. it's going to get sore without any oil so it's time to pull it out. ]
[ ugh. fine. she reaches behind herself to grasp his wrist and tug. it's going to get sore without any oil so it's time to pull it out. ]
[And out he goes, a slow, soft drag.
If both hands are free, then they settle lazily on her hips.]
I did not dislike it, however.
[In case he's sown doubt.]
If both hands are free, then they settle lazily on her hips.]
I did not dislike it, however.
[In case he's sown doubt.]
Of course not.
[ he had a gorgeous woman—her—riding his face. she will not even play at denying the allure in that. ]
[ he had a gorgeous woman—her—riding his face. she will not even play at denying the allure in that. ]
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