[He earns a whimper for those filthy words alone, and Rosalind squirms, pressing her legs tight together again, her cunt throbbing to hear him say that. She's soaked her panties, gotten them absolutely wet from the satisfaction of taking him in her mouth, and she still can't touch herself. Squirming does nothing, and yet she shifts anyway, all but writhing on the floor, growing more hungry for his tongue by the second.
Perhaps it's a bit dangerous to get so addicted to the sound of his rough voice growling out filth, but she can't help how it turns her on. At least it's a mutual thing; god knows he's hungry for her right now, judging by those moans alone. Oral fixation aside (and that's a very large thing to set aside right now, when her lips are aching and she's throbbing each time her mouth is forced open as she takes him deeper into her), there's something immensely satisfying about hearing him lose control. Every groan, every desperate gasp, is a sign that she's broken the former sheriff down, all from her tongue alone.
Some of that hazy arousal fades when he grabs her hair, though. Rosalind shrieks, indignance and arousal both prompting the noise, the sound muffled around his cock as he fucks her face and forces himself forward. At least this time she's more than ready to take him down her throat, but still, and it's not as if he's in any state to be looking down at her, but still she glares up at him.
But oh, that growl, and her eyes flutter, a shudder running through her as he spills down her throat. He pulls back quickly enough that her mouth is left messy, come and spit both dripping over her lips. He makes to ruin her makeup as well, and Rosalind growls softly.
But he's already ruined her hair. And though she won't admit it, there's a part of her that delights in going from prim and poised to messy and debauched. So with a scowl and an exaggerated reluctance that rivals Bigby's own moods, she tips her head back, one eye closing as she lets him do as he likes. She can't deny she's into it; he'll be able to smell her arousal as come and spit both smear over her cheek, even if she looks petulant.
She won't let him do it for long. A minute, nothing more, and then she's pulling back.]
Well? Do you want another, Bigby Wolf, or are you going to tend to me?
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Perhaps it's a bit dangerous to get so addicted to the sound of his rough voice growling out filth, but she can't help how it turns her on. At least it's a mutual thing; god knows he's hungry for her right now, judging by those moans alone. Oral fixation aside (and that's a very large thing to set aside right now, when her lips are aching and she's throbbing each time her mouth is forced open as she takes him deeper into her), there's something immensely satisfying about hearing him lose control. Every groan, every desperate gasp, is a sign that she's broken the former sheriff down, all from her tongue alone.
Some of that hazy arousal fades when he grabs her hair, though. Rosalind shrieks, indignance and arousal both prompting the noise, the sound muffled around his cock as he fucks her face and forces himself forward. At least this time she's more than ready to take him down her throat, but still, and it's not as if he's in any state to be looking down at her, but still she glares up at him.
But oh, that growl, and her eyes flutter, a shudder running through her as he spills down her throat. He pulls back quickly enough that her mouth is left messy, come and spit both dripping over her lips. He makes to ruin her makeup as well, and Rosalind growls softly.
But he's already ruined her hair. And though she won't admit it, there's a part of her that delights in going from prim and poised to messy and debauched. So with a scowl and an exaggerated reluctance that rivals Bigby's own moods, she tips her head back, one eye closing as she lets him do as he likes. She can't deny she's into it; he'll be able to smell her arousal as come and spit both smear over her cheek, even if she looks petulant.
She won't let him do it for long. A minute, nothing more, and then she's pulling back.]
Well? Do you want another, Bigby Wolf, or are you going to tend to me?