[ nectar... well, he earns something like that. heady and slick on his lips and chin, while Sprezzatura's breath comes in little gasps as if of pain, and her thighs jolt again and again. electrified movement.
the lower he sinks, the wider his spread, the warmer she burns. if she could only look at him from another angle and appreciate the bend of his back and the tightness of his trousers on his backside, but like this, she is full up on appreciation. can barely breathe for all her hoarse cries, murmurations.
into the open vee of his trousers. around the heavy throbbing length she finds there, waiting. she begins to stroke him in time with each suck. pull, release. pull, release.
babbling: ] Make me shine, ohh. Play with my mole, touch it—
:pinkmoon:
the lower he sinks, the wider his spread, the warmer she burns. if she could only look at him from another angle and appreciate the bend of his back and the tightness of his trousers on his backside, but like this, she is full up on appreciation. can barely breathe for all her hoarse cries, murmurations.
into the open vee of his trousers. around the heavy throbbing length she finds there, waiting. she begins to stroke him in time with each suck. pull, release. pull, release.
babbling: ] Make me shine, ohh. Play with my mole, touch it—
[ did she say mole or hole? well. either way. ]