[ instantaneously: she goes limp, makes a sound like purring or moaning, thumps her tail against the front of the chaise. she loves... this feeling. Sholmes hardly needs even to lean; she's melting down over him. soon, he'll be pleasantly squished between the cushions and her bosom.
the nipple is stiff in his mouth. she feels it tense even as he tongues at it, sucks it stiffer. with a clumsy hand, she cups his hand cupping her. ]
That's right... good.
[ and she lifts on her knees, just a little. trying very selfishly (though who cares?) to open her cunt to his fingers even more. maybe he's the wrong twink but she wouldn't hate his entire hand inside her. not right now. ]
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the nipple is stiff in his mouth. she feels it tense even as he tongues at it, sucks it stiffer. with a clumsy hand, she cups his hand cupping her. ]
That's right... good.
[ and she lifts on her knees, just a little. trying very selfishly (though who cares?) to open her cunt to his fingers even more. maybe he's the wrong twink but she wouldn't hate his entire hand inside her. not right now. ]
Oh, such good boy you are.