[ those exact details, yes. greedily, she brings her palms to his backside, then reaches as far up his spine as she can, counting vertebrae beneath her fingers. she loves how it looks. ]
Back and spine are one of man's most beautiful features.
[ she leans her head to one side so she can gaze up that pretty curved line. it's so lovely, the shadows playing in the divots. even the slow slip into backside and thigh—and everything between his legs, too.
He jolts a little, bouncing on top of her. He should have expected that; which makes him a loving fool that she always surprises him. The sting is faint, and... as always, not bad.]
[That one properly stings, and if she hasn't already made his backside tinted pink, she has now. He actually lifts up a little in surprise, though that just means he can angle himself better to... slip a cheeky finger inside of her.]
[ when he lifts up, the curve of his spine, the movement of the muscle... mmh. one hand dips between his legs and cups his balls—and more firmly when he tucks a finger inside.
yes, she is wet again. hot again. she pushes her raised legs against the invisible hands holding them back and open. liking the futility. or the struggle. ]
[Held down quite firmly, her legs will feel the resistance of his telekinesis; the same with her tail, though he gives that enough leeway for its tip to flicker.
And oh, he just moans when she clenches around his balls, and it almost feels like a threat, except Henry rather enjoys it — in a playful way.
[ she does! but she also means between her legs, where his slender fingers ease in with a satisfying, pretty, slick sound. her toes curl, uncurl. she cannot flex or even move her legs like this, hoisted back and held in place as they are, and all at once that sense of exposure floods in. ]
His backside will just have to take a beating for a few moments more, jolting a little bit each time, but the ever-present bite of a sting keeps him motivated. At this angle, he can see where his fingers meet her cunt, but most of the experience is the sensorial wetness that surrounds them. He spreads his fingers inside of her, then, to feel her stretch-
His other hand rests on her inner thigh, as if to keep her spread open.]
Well, do you like it- [A-ah, his rear. She hits with vigor.] -or don't you?
[ of course she likes it. the protest is part of the play. Sprezzatura Vaux can hardly act if she can't act indignant, writhing beneath him as if she hates the little pleasures.
her lips petal around his fingers, soft and flushed and shining deep in between. ]
[And Henry can't ever turn down the chance to tease as much as he can get away with. He wiggles his fingers inside of her, slides them out, wet and gratuitously, then slips them back in again. Leans forward even more, his backside on full display, the length of his erection laying flat against her.]
Mixed signals, Sprezzatura! I thought you liked me fingering you.
[Poor girl. Both fingers slip out, then. But surely this just means he's going to finally accommodate her, but not without placing a kiss down wherever his lips meet first.]
[Oh, she's fiery right now. His lips land upon her thigh, and upon that once-more sting of nails, Henry nips a little at the skin before he raises back up.]
You can't have both.
[Or maybe she can, with the use of his powers. But he'll not say that right now.
However, now, Henry finally concedes — he lifts up a few inches to scoot himself back, with the intention of finally settling himself atop her face. She has more than enough leeway to guide him in the meanwhile.]
[ he's a tall man! he can reach her cunt from her face! don't deny her!
as Henry arranges himself, he's welcomed with a small, quavering moan. biting nails turn into cupping palms, yes, to guide him up to her face. she leans into the pressure on her horns to lift her chin and kiss the curve of one buttock. so close. her heart is going so fast. ]
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Back and spine are one of man's most beautiful features.
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You think so? There is one downside, though; you can admire me, but I can't admire you.
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Once you are on my face I cannot see, either.
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[Wiggles against her to underline this fact. But also to show off more of the spine she loves so much.]
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No, but you are in it.
[ she leans her head to one side so she can gaze up that pretty curved line. it's so lovely, the shadows playing in the divots. even the slow slip into backside and thigh—and everything between his legs, too.
lil spank. and another. ]
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He jolts a little, bouncing on top of her. He should have expected that; which makes him a loving fool that she always surprises him. The sting is faint, and... as always, not bad.]
Sprezzatura!
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Da?
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Dips a hand down between her legs, so easy to access for now, in retaliation.]
I think someone's getting distracted.
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ANOTHER! SPANK! ]
You turn such pretty pink.
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And you're wet all over again.
[Was she ever not.]
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yes, she is wet again. hot again. she pushes her raised legs against the invisible hands holding them back and open. liking the futility. or the struggle. ]
Would you prefer I be dry like desert?
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And oh, he just moans when she clenches around his balls, and it almost feels like a threat, except Henry rather enjoys it — in a playful way.
He crooks his finger inside of her.]
Oh, no. That’s not much of a compliment.
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Henryyyyyyyyyyy...
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What is it?
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Aren't I?
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Mmghghh.
[ SMACK SMACK SMACK ]
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His backside will just have to take a beating for a few moments more, jolting a little bit each time, but the ever-present bite of a sting keeps him motivated. At this angle, he can see where his fingers meet her cunt, but most of the experience is the sensorial wetness that surrounds them. He spreads his fingers inside of her, then, to feel her stretch-
His other hand rests on her inner thigh, as if to keep her spread open.]
Well, do you like it- [A-ah, his rear. She hits with vigor.] -or don't you?
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her lips petal around his fingers, soft and flushed and shining deep in between. ]
I am wanting more!
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Don't you still want me to sit on your face?
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Are you going to not??
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[Poor girl. Both fingers slip out, then. But surely this just means he's going to finally accommodate her, but not without placing a kiss down wherever his lips meet first.]
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Ohhhh. I do.
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You can't have both.
[Or maybe she can, with the use of his powers. But he'll not say that right now.
However, now, Henry finally concedes — he lifts up a few inches to scoot himself back, with the intention of finally settling himself atop her face. She has more than enough leeway to guide him in the meanwhile.]
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as Henry arranges himself, he's welcomed with a small, quavering moan. biting nails turn into cupping palms, yes, to guide him up to her face. she leans into the pressure on her horns to lift her chin and kiss the curve of one buttock. so close. her heart is going so fast. ]
I want this.
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