[As soon as she loses the ability to remain somewhat upright, Sholmes leans farther back into the cushions, until he is very much just pressed lovingly between it and her body. His hand still cups her breast, leaving it there despite how unnecessary it is, refusing to deprive himself of touch. She’s stiff in his mouth; perhaps more so with each passing second, it seems.
As she rises up incrementally, he sucks harder. Parts his lips a little wider to well and truly take her in, though her other desire is not completely lost to him — her cunt spreads around his fingers, suddenly not quite as snug as before, and he takes that as an invitation to push up and bury them as deep as he can. Harder. Wondering, perhaps, if another finger is overdue—
His kiss ends with a wet pop, and he can’t pull back enough to earn any real space, but it doesn’t matter. His breath his hot against her, and his lips practically smear saliva against that same nipple in reply.]
You have a way of encouraging me to be good to you, my dear.
[His fingers wiggle inside of her, sliding out minutely only to settle back in, collecting her wetness at his knuckles. It all feels so obscene, but wonderfully so.]
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As she rises up incrementally, he sucks harder. Parts his lips a little wider to well and truly take her in, though her other desire is not completely lost to him — her cunt spreads around his fingers, suddenly not quite as snug as before, and he takes that as an invitation to push up and bury them as deep as he can. Harder. Wondering, perhaps, if another finger is overdue—
His kiss ends with a wet pop, and he can’t pull back enough to earn any real space, but it doesn’t matter. His breath his hot against her, and his lips practically smear saliva against that same nipple in reply.]
You have a way of encouraging me to be good to you, my dear.
[His fingers wiggle inside of her, sliding out minutely only to settle back in, collecting her wetness at his knuckles. It all feels so obscene, but wonderfully so.]