Oh, you better suck real good, because I don't whine easily.

[ or at all, but he's a believer of there being a first time for everything. and with the dedication and devotion in Rosalind's eyes, not to mention her gluttony for cock, she very well may get him to that state. if that is supposed to deter Bigby, he doesn't get the memo. the thought of her going down on him through consecutive orgasms is an attractive one, so he just hopes his confidence remains exactly that.

if she thinks he's going to somehow keep his hands off of her then, however, she is surely mistaken. she should be happy he's been good this long. ]

Mhm. How are you still talking? Don't you have something better to do?

[ and that she does. she swoops in on him like she's a predator, taking his cock back inside of her mouth and going far from slow at this point in time. Bigby growls, but he doesn't pull her back or try and guide her. no, no. if they're to make it throw multiple rounds with Rosalind on her knees, he does imagine she would need to pick up the pace. he merely watches as she gets into a rhythm, coating inch after inch of his cock with spit, no doubt making it all the more appealing to suck on when it glides against her tongue so easily. ]

Fucking hell, Rosalind. Don't... nngh, let it get to your head, but you're pretty fucking... good at this...

[ not that they both didn't know this already. she should just take the vocal compliment while she can. ]