[ saying good girl in the middle of a goddamned classroom seems a little too on the nose for Bigby to say aloud right now, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't tempted, if only to see her brows furrow with a mouth full of his cock. he doesn't need to say it to realize just how willing, eager and cooperative she was in this current moment. having Rosalind go down on him was never an act of coercion — in fact, he's confident she enjoys it a great extent. maybe not as much as him, for obvious reasons, but tonight? that could be argued.
having the woman, fancily dressed and dolled up, on her knees and sucking on his tip as instructed would be an image burned into his mind for the undeniable future. the wood of the desk he's holding onto creaks and groans under the pressure of her squeezing against it harder, but it will hold. thank god it will hold, because he doesn't want a distraction right now. she's earned a genuine moan from the man, low and throaty, as his cock twitches up into the roof of her mouth. ]
Open your mouth. [ he assumes she's going to continue to follow his instruction, and when she does, she will see his own hand take his length into its grip. he tugs and jerks it for a few moments, more for her viewing pleasure than his own, before purposely tracing the head against the pouty, spit-slicked shape of her bottom lip. ] Stick your tongue out.
[ again assuming that she will comply, he is eager to grind the underside against the soft padding of her tongue, slapping it down onto her organ repeatedly. it's a lewd visual, one that he wouldn't have ever expected to see at a fucking gala, but one that turns him the hell on non-the-less. she will no doubt taste more of his pre as a result of his actions. ]
You want it, don't you? Something to suck on until the need goes away.
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having the woman, fancily dressed and dolled up, on her knees and sucking on his tip as instructed would be an image burned into his mind for the undeniable future. the wood of the desk he's holding onto creaks and groans under the pressure of her squeezing against it harder, but it will hold. thank god it will hold, because he doesn't want a distraction right now. she's earned a genuine moan from the man, low and throaty, as his cock twitches up into the roof of her mouth. ]
Open your mouth. [ he assumes she's going to continue to follow his instruction, and when she does, she will see his own hand take his length into its grip. he tugs and jerks it for a few moments, more for her viewing pleasure than his own, before purposely tracing the head against the pouty, spit-slicked shape of her bottom lip. ] Stick your tongue out.
[ again assuming that she will comply, he is eager to grind the underside against the soft padding of her tongue, slapping it down onto her organ repeatedly. it's a lewd visual, one that he wouldn't have ever expected to see at a fucking gala, but one that turns him the hell on non-the-less. she will no doubt taste more of his pre as a result of his actions. ]
You want it, don't you? Something to suck on until the need goes away.