[Her mouth drops open the moment he tells her to, though she protests slightly as he traces his cock against her bottom lip. Don't ruin my makeup, she'd ordered, but perhaps it's an inevitability that her lipstick is going to be smeared in the midst of all this. At least he hasn't deliberately ruined it just yet.
Not that it really matters right now, not really. Not that she's got any capacity to think once he orders her to stick her tongue out and does such a hideous-awful-fantastic fucking thing. God, and another wave of arousal hits her, leaving her wet and aching, her eyes hazy and her cheeks flushed as she stares up at him. She can't decide if she's indignant or hideously turned on by what he's doing; likely both, because isn't that always the way with him? But she certainly doesn't pull back; her tongue stays out, saliva and precome both coating it, her breath hot as she pants around him.]
Uh-huh--
[She vocalizes it as best she can, unable to hum or speak her answer out. Yes, she wants it, but that's not really the right word, is it? Not now. Now she needs it, because now her mouth has realized just how good things can be and hates that it's not being filled. Her lips throb, her mouth aches for how empty it feels. She'd absolutely beg him for it, she realizes, but why bother begging when she can simply take what she wants? Before she can resist or think better of it, she ducks forward, groaning as she wraps her lips tight around him and slides his prick deep into her mouth.]
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Not that it really matters right now, not really. Not that she's got any capacity to think once he orders her to stick her tongue out and does such a hideous-awful-fantastic fucking thing. God, and another wave of arousal hits her, leaving her wet and aching, her eyes hazy and her cheeks flushed as she stares up at him. She can't decide if she's indignant or hideously turned on by what he's doing; likely both, because isn't that always the way with him? But she certainly doesn't pull back; her tongue stays out, saliva and precome both coating it, her breath hot as she pants around him.]
Uh-huh--
[She vocalizes it as best she can, unable to hum or speak her answer out. Yes, she wants it, but that's not really the right word, is it? Not now. Now she needs it, because now her mouth has realized just how good things can be and hates that it's not being filled. Her lips throb, her mouth aches for how empty it feels. She'd absolutely beg him for it, she realizes, but why bother begging when she can simply take what she wants? Before she can resist or think better of it, she ducks forward, groaning as she wraps her lips tight around him and slides his prick deep into her mouth.]