[ pardon Bigby for not spending a lot of time thinking about how oddly gentle he is being in the midst of taking his frustrations out on Rosalind in what is possibly the best way possible. he holds onto anything that he can at that point in time, but it's possible that he laces his fingers with hers as a way of attempting to gain her trust. sure, he is pounding her throat ruthlessly and with reckless abandon, but he still intends on remaining in control of himself enough to make sure he doesn't tear into the woman in ways that aren't beneficial to the both of them.
his orgasm comes, and by god did it come, and it's gone just as fast. Rosalind may be concerned that he is a typical guy, having emptied himself inside of her and ready to call it quits on the spot. that is not the case. not in the slightest. as the two of them sit on the ground of all places, thighs pressing together, she can probably sneak a peek down below and see how his cock hasn't even teased the idea of losing its erection. in fact, it's still pulsating in a lively fashion, a few remnants of pre dribbling out of his slit along with her spit. ]
You're a tough one. I'll give you that much. Surprised you can talk right now.
[ seriously, he's going to go ahead and give her kudos. Rosalind said how much she enjoyed having a cock inside her mouth as a way of toying with him before, but he wholeheartedly believes that statement now. as he watches the conflict in her eyes, just knowing she wants more of his taste, he just barely reveals his teeth to her in a confident, typically-smile of sorts. his intent is probably more obvious in the tug of his lips than anything else on his face right now. ]
Seemed rude to stop you to make sure I pulled your skirt off. Sue me.
[ there won't be a minute to rest. it isn't more than a handful of seconds later before Bigby is jumping back up to his feet at an unreasonably fast speed. Rosalind will find herself following him whether or not she likes it, pulled up and off of the ground as if, again, she weighed nothing. she's thrown into the couch before she may even realize what is going on, and just like that, Bigby is on his knees again. perhaps it's out of spite or perhaps it's impatience to get right to it, but her skirt isn't pulled off. it is instead rolled up her legs until the creamy white flesh of her inner thighs is exposed, likely glistening with arousal.
perhaps it would also make sense to at least pull her panties off. he does not. she doesn't get another peep from him as he grabs her by the ankles and drags her straight down into his awaiting maw. his face stuffs itself underneath the bunched up skirt and he is met with immediate warmth and wetness. Bigby lets out another familiar noise akin to a growl as he mouths against her clothed cunt, dragging a tongue stronger than most along the lace repeatedly, only stopping to tease her with the idea of his teeth nipping at the fabric to pull it away. she'll get what she wants. soon. ]
sorry for tl;dr
his orgasm comes, and by god did it come, and it's gone just as fast. Rosalind may be concerned that he is a typical guy, having emptied himself inside of her and ready to call it quits on the spot. that is not the case. not in the slightest. as the two of them sit on the ground of all places, thighs pressing together, she can probably sneak a peek down below and see how his cock hasn't even teased the idea of losing its erection. in fact, it's still pulsating in a lively fashion, a few remnants of pre dribbling out of his slit along with her spit. ]
You're a tough one. I'll give you that much. Surprised you can talk right now.
[ seriously, he's going to go ahead and give her kudos. Rosalind said how much she enjoyed having a cock inside her mouth as a way of toying with him before, but he wholeheartedly believes that statement now. as he watches the conflict in her eyes, just knowing she wants more of his taste, he just barely reveals his teeth to her in a confident, typically-smile of sorts. his intent is probably more obvious in the tug of his lips than anything else on his face right now. ]
Seemed rude to stop you to make sure I pulled your skirt off. Sue me.
[ there won't be a minute to rest. it isn't more than a handful of seconds later before Bigby is jumping back up to his feet at an unreasonably fast speed. Rosalind will find herself following him whether or not she likes it, pulled up and off of the ground as if, again, she weighed nothing. she's thrown into the couch before she may even realize what is going on, and just like that, Bigby is on his knees again. perhaps it's out of spite or perhaps it's impatience to get right to it, but her skirt isn't pulled off. it is instead rolled up her legs until the creamy white flesh of her inner thighs is exposed, likely glistening with arousal.
perhaps it would also make sense to at least pull her panties off. he does not. she doesn't get another peep from him as he grabs her by the ankles and drags her straight down into his awaiting maw. his face stuffs itself underneath the bunched up skirt and he is met with immediate warmth and wetness. Bigby lets out another familiar noise akin to a growl as he mouths against her clothed cunt, dragging a tongue stronger than most along the lace repeatedly, only stopping to tease her with the idea of his teeth nipping at the fabric to pull it away. she'll get what she wants. soon. ]