her breath hitches hard once or twice, Sprezzatura holding back her moans out of her own stubbornness, then again, until she sounds like a woman submerged in ice. gasps and little subvocalizations low in her throat. everything he licks is velvety soft.
and oh, her poor, loved clit. it seems to strain beneath his tongue, grow wet under his attention. stomach muscles are fluttering. her knees pull up higher towards her shoulders. ]
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her breath hitches hard once or twice, Sprezzatura holding back her moans out of her own stubbornness, then again, until she sounds like a woman submerged in ice. gasps and little subvocalizations low in her throat. everything he licks is velvety soft.
and oh, her poor, loved clit. it seems to strain beneath his tongue, grow wet under his attention. stomach muscles are fluttering. her knees pull up higher towards her shoulders. ]
A-ah—...
[ it's... unfair. how good it feels. ]