[ this woman is so damned frustrating, even if he knows he is just the same to her. they're both well aware that they want more of this — the messy, heavily sexual act of Rosalind practically devouring Bigby's cock like it's the most delicious thing she's had all night. he has no doubt her jaw's grown familiarly numb by now, so he will silently respect the fact that she does it with no (okay, a little) resistance. when she pushes him back towards the desk, he doesn't fight it all the same.
the sensitivity is doing enough to keep him distracted. his toes tighten up within his dress shoes to the point of discomfort and another minute of standing up outright would have brought the Big Bad Wolf down to the ground from having locked his knees up for too long. thank you, Rosalind, for being greedy and wanting to control this all yourself. you're probably the sole reason they are going to be able to continue this after he gets his second orgasm, which is...
... well. right now, actually. he isn't afraid to admit that getting a continued blowjob mere seconds after the first one is the fast pass to another. at least he manages to get some words out this time, all in the process of two fistfuls of hair that begin to pull and scratch as he fights to speak. ] God dammit— Rosalind, pull the fuck back— [ she might not want to for the obvious reasons, but she's going to have to deal with it. Bigby forcefully reaches down to tug at the base of his cock until it's popped out of her mouth mid spurt, half of his load hitting her right on the base of her tongue while the remaining goes for her face.
fortunately? it's not nearly as much as the first round. unfortunately? it's going to definitely mess with her make-up, pure white contrasting with smeared crimson as he jerks himself off through the remainder of his ride. whether she spreads her mouth to try and catch as much as she can or just accepts that she is getting a facial is up to her, but regardless, there's no avoiding that it is a mess. sorry, not sorry is the mindset you sign up when you get with Bigby, Ms. Lutece.
once that subsides, his body practically slumps and he releases his cock, showing the first signs of losing just a bit of the life that has kept it red with arousal this whole time. he instead grips her jaw in a bout of assertion, thumb pushing at the corner of her mouth before she can effectively swallow or do anything to him as a result. ]
Open your mouth. I want to see how much of a mess I've made of you.
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[ this woman is so damned frustrating, even if he knows he is just the same to her. they're both well aware that they want more of this — the messy, heavily sexual act of Rosalind practically devouring Bigby's cock like it's the most delicious thing she's had all night. he has no doubt her jaw's grown familiarly numb by now, so he will silently respect the fact that she does it with no (okay, a little) resistance. when she pushes him back towards the desk, he doesn't fight it all the same.
the sensitivity is doing enough to keep him distracted. his toes tighten up within his dress shoes to the point of discomfort and another minute of standing up outright would have brought the Big Bad Wolf down to the ground from having locked his knees up for too long. thank you, Rosalind, for being greedy and wanting to control this all yourself. you're probably the sole reason they are going to be able to continue this after he gets his second orgasm, which is...
... well. right now, actually. he isn't afraid to admit that getting a continued blowjob mere seconds after the first one is the fast pass to another. at least he manages to get some words out this time, all in the process of two fistfuls of hair that begin to pull and scratch as he fights to speak. ] God dammit— Rosalind, pull the fuck back— [ she might not want to for the obvious reasons, but she's going to have to deal with it. Bigby forcefully reaches down to tug at the base of his cock until it's popped out of her mouth mid spurt, half of his load hitting her right on the base of her tongue while the remaining goes for her face.
fortunately? it's not nearly as much as the first round. unfortunately? it's going to definitely mess with her make-up, pure white contrasting with smeared crimson as he jerks himself off through the remainder of his ride. whether she spreads her mouth to try and catch as much as she can or just accepts that she is getting a facial is up to her, but regardless, there's no avoiding that it is a mess. sorry, not sorry is the mindset you sign up when you get with Bigby, Ms. Lutece.
once that subsides, his body practically slumps and he releases his cock, showing the first signs of losing just a bit of the life that has kept it red with arousal this whole time. he instead grips her jaw in a bout of assertion, thumb pushing at the corner of her mouth before she can effectively swallow or do anything to him as a result. ]
Open your mouth. I want to see how much of a mess I've made of you.