[Yeah she is. She most certainly knew she was, but it's lovely to have it confirmed, especially from him. But she's neither the time nor the patience to pull back and gloat; right now, she's focused on nothing more than bringing him to his first orgasm. So there shan't be anymore breaks to speak, not for her (though she may be greatly tempted if he starts growing patronizing once more).
She's getting wetter as she works him, her free hand wrapping tightly around him, stroking what bits her mouth won't yet take. Her other hand is beginning to hurt, his nails pricking into her wrist, but that's not a pain she minds. Her fingers curl and tighten around his prick, then drop to her thigh.
He'd shoved his cock down her throat the last time they'd done this, but Rosalind thinks she can manage it all on her own. With each bob of her head she inches him in deeper, til the head of his prick nudges against the back of her throat again and again. Pre spills down her throat, leaving her mouth overwhelmed with the taste, and Rosalind swallows once, twice, trying to get her throat used to the idea. One sharp inhale, then she pushes forward, her mouth widening in compensation as his prick slides down her throat.
She still gags, spasming around him, but it's only once. Then her reflex settles, and she's left with nothing but the overwhelming feeling of being filled, and it's not at all where she wants it, but it's better than nothing. Slowly, slowly she pulls her head back, whining as she does-- and then picks up the pace again, slowly but surely, her eyes closing tightly. She won't stop til he comes-- and, unless he overwhelms her, she'll simply keep going, sucking him dry and then some.]
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She's getting wetter as she works him, her free hand wrapping tightly around him, stroking what bits her mouth won't yet take. Her other hand is beginning to hurt, his nails pricking into her wrist, but that's not a pain she minds. Her fingers curl and tighten around his prick, then drop to her thigh.
He'd shoved his cock down her throat the last time they'd done this, but Rosalind thinks she can manage it all on her own. With each bob of her head she inches him in deeper, til the head of his prick nudges against the back of her throat again and again. Pre spills down her throat, leaving her mouth overwhelmed with the taste, and Rosalind swallows once, twice, trying to get her throat used to the idea. One sharp inhale, then she pushes forward, her mouth widening in compensation as his prick slides down her throat.
She still gags, spasming around him, but it's only once. Then her reflex settles, and she's left with nothing but the overwhelming feeling of being filled, and it's not at all where she wants it, but it's better than nothing. Slowly, slowly she pulls her head back, whining as she does-- and then picks up the pace again, slowly but surely, her eyes closing tightly. She won't stop til he comes-- and, unless he overwhelms her, she'll simply keep going, sucking him dry and then some.]