[Maybe he can't live up to the enormity of what she wants, but he can at least make this last as long as either of them can hold out. A long, langourous suck, a wet release. The same again — running with the metaphor, it would not be unlike trying to pull nectar from a flower. Again and again.
He can't speak, of course. But he can spread his own legs a little farther apart, sinking incrementally lower by doing so (only possible thanks to leaning against the chaise, at that), to encourage wherever her tail is drifting.]
I'M BACK
He can't speak, of course. But he can spread his own legs a little farther apart, sinking incrementally lower by doing so (only possible thanks to leaning against the chaise, at that), to encourage wherever her tail is drifting.]