[It's somewhat of a pity, she considers, that they're at the gala tonight. She might have let him finish elsewhere if they weren't, on her face or over her breasts, because there's something filthy about it that she enjoys. But no, no . . . she hasn't let him even touch her hair; he won't get to see her all dolled up and refined with his cum dripping over her reddened lips.
Some other night, maybe.
What he proposes sounds a wonderful alternative, though. She tips her head back, letting his cock slip past her lips once more, just so she can aim a sharp smirk up at him.]
Don't whine when I do.
[He will. She's certain he will, because yes, she'd thoroughly enjoyed when he'd made her finish twice in a row, but it'd been a painful process. She still shivers to remember all that overwhelming heat; she can't imagine what it'll be like to have to contend with someone wrapping their lips entirely around you and drag you into a second orgasm.
But that's for him to contemplate. She really needs to only focus on the task at hand. Stroking him once or twice with her free hand, she licks her lips and adds:]
Don't imagine you aren't going to return the favor tonight.
[But that's as much as she can stand. Her lips are starting to ache again, a phantom sensation that her instincts tell her can only be satisfied one way. With a low moan she darts back in, bobbing her head with far more enthusiasm. Slow, he'd bidden her, and that'd been well and good, but now she wants to take him at her pace, no matter if it suits him or not.]
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Some other night, maybe.
What he proposes sounds a wonderful alternative, though. She tips her head back, letting his cock slip past her lips once more, just so she can aim a sharp smirk up at him.]
Don't whine when I do.
[He will. She's certain he will, because yes, she'd thoroughly enjoyed when he'd made her finish twice in a row, but it'd been a painful process. She still shivers to remember all that overwhelming heat; she can't imagine what it'll be like to have to contend with someone wrapping their lips entirely around you and drag you into a second orgasm.
But that's for him to contemplate. She really needs to only focus on the task at hand. Stroking him once or twice with her free hand, she licks her lips and adds:]
Don't imagine you aren't going to return the favor tonight.
[But that's as much as she can stand. Her lips are starting to ache again, a phantom sensation that her instincts tell her can only be satisfied one way. With a low moan she darts back in, bobbing her head with far more enthusiasm. Slow, he'd bidden her, and that'd been well and good, but now she wants to take him at her pace, no matter if it suits him or not.]