[Ridiculously, he thinks he needs more hands to hold her. Feel the way her muscles in her sides and back ripple when his mouth makes contact in that light, experimental kiss. Every action of hers worthy of note and archival in his brain (which holds onto data like a sieve, thanks to the opium), to be referenced later.
As it is, he just wiggles his fingers still in her cunt, kneads her breast to lift it even incrementally higher, and hums pleasantly. Leans in further, his kiss all roving tongue for a moment... and then, with her encouragement, he sucks.
Not hard to start. He doesn't need that much effort to feel the pull and tug that follows, his tongue still swirling in gentle circles the entire time.]
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As it is, he just wiggles his fingers still in her cunt, kneads her breast to lift it even incrementally higher, and hums pleasantly. Leans in further, his kiss all roving tongue for a moment... and then, with her encouragement, he sucks.
Not hard to start. He doesn't need that much effort to feel the pull and tug that follows, his tongue still swirling in gentle circles the entire time.]