[ not that it particularly drives or dictates him to be this way, but knowing where Rosalind's personal preference lies and completely steamrolling it certainly makes sure he doesn't let up on the aggressive personality he is known for. Bigby has enough control to stop or pull himself away when he's gone too far or stepped boundaries thanks to centuries of developing self-control, but until he reaches that point? there's no shame in his eyes. no guilt or pity in having Rosalind selflessly sucking away at his cock until his balls have almost been drained out.
he isn't even averse to the idea of being so close to his own seed as he pries her mouth open and stares down it and towards the back of her throat. his thumb rubs against the pad of Rosalind's tongue, rubbing the thick substance of his seed against her organ before pulling his finger back. both spit and come webs together in an attempt to keep them connected before breaking off altogether, and only then does he lean forward to claim her mouth with his own.
the fresh taste of himself on her means nothing. he eagerly shoves his tongue past her confines to flick against her teeth, massaging and wrestling with her own as his fingers suddenly grab the back of her neck instead. he moans into her mouth, open and eager, proving at that very moment that this stupid candy from months ago is capable of providing various levels of oral fixation. he pulls back and breaks it off by running his tongue up her chin, dragging over both lips before pulling back.
Bigby's noticed how she's already working her dress off of her body and assists her without saying a single word. he grabs her by the hips and picks her up, purposely avoiding the act of ripping any fabric on her attire as it's pulled off of her bit by bit. only when she's left in her undergarments does he squeeze her curves once again, gliding his palms over her body until resting on her ass to give the territorial kind of squeeze she has no doubt gotten used to. ]
Hm. Hope you don't mind walking around the rest of the night without these.
[ there's a resounding rip as he suddenly sinks his nails into the lace of her panties, pulling in opposite directions until it shreds as if it was like a piece of paper. she's left exposed one way or another, and before she has a chance to gripe at him too much, she's twirled around and pushed against the very same desk he had made himself comfortable on. not more than five seconds later and his hands are pushing her thighs far apart, exposing her cunt for him to savor the view of. not very long, mind you, because he's squatting down until eye level and pushing his maw onto her opening with an eagerness she can probably expect.
i left this hanging for AN ENTIRE MONTH
he isn't even averse to the idea of being so close to his own seed as he pries her mouth open and stares down it and towards the back of her throat. his thumb rubs against the pad of Rosalind's tongue, rubbing the thick substance of his seed against her organ before pulling his finger back. both spit and come webs together in an attempt to keep them connected before breaking off altogether, and only then does he lean forward to claim her mouth with his own.
the fresh taste of himself on her means nothing. he eagerly shoves his tongue past her confines to flick against her teeth, massaging and wrestling with her own as his fingers suddenly grab the back of her neck instead. he moans into her mouth, open and eager, proving at that very moment that this stupid candy from months ago is capable of providing various levels of oral fixation. he pulls back and breaks it off by running his tongue up her chin, dragging over both lips before pulling back.
Bigby's noticed how she's already working her dress off of her body and assists her without saying a single word. he grabs her by the hips and picks her up, purposely avoiding the act of ripping any fabric on her attire as it's pulled off of her bit by bit. only when she's left in her undergarments does he squeeze her curves once again, gliding his palms over her body until resting on her ass to give the territorial kind of squeeze she has no doubt gotten used to. ]
Hm. Hope you don't mind walking around the rest of the night without these.
[ there's a resounding rip as he suddenly sinks his nails into the lace of her panties, pulling in opposite directions until it shreds as if it was like a piece of paper. she's left exposed one way or another, and before she has a chance to gripe at him too much, she's twirled around and pushed against the very same desk he had made himself comfortable on. not more than five seconds later and his hands are pushing her thighs far apart, exposing her cunt for him to savor the view of. not very long, mind you, because he's squatting down until eye level and pushing his maw onto her opening with an eagerness she can probably expect.
at least they got the dress off beforehand... ]