t[In an instant she's clapping her hand tight over her mouth, muffling the low moan that reverberates within her throat. She has a brief thought to yell at him for ripping her panties, but that can come later (after she's come, ha ha). She can't possibly be bothered to think of anything but the hot, heady wave of pleasure crashing through her. God, her thighs are already shaking, her eyes fluttering closed as his tongue teases into her, over her, spreading her open and leaving her whimpering for more.
She's so wet already, but of course she is. This has been building up from the moment she stole his candycane, and not being able to touch herself has only made it worse. Her hips rock back, grinding against his tongue as best she can, her legs sliding open wider in needy desperation. Impatient thing that she is, she already wants more; she wants him to devour her, to leave her screaming from how hard he goes at it.]
M-more--
[She pants it out, and when she manages to get that order out without shrieking, cautiously lowers her hand to the desk. It slams against it a moment later as he circles his tongue around her entrance, and Rosalind jerks her hips back again, as if that will encourage him to be anything but contrary.]
I want-- fuck-- I want your, your fingers-- Bigby--
[And there her hand goes, shoving over her mouth again.]
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originallutece) wrote2017-09-22 05:41 pm
how could you make me wait
She's so wet already, but of course she is. This has been building up from the moment she stole his candycane, and not being able to touch herself has only made it worse. Her hips rock back, grinding against his tongue as best she can, her legs sliding open wider in needy desperation. Impatient thing that she is, she already wants more; she wants him to devour her, to leave her screaming from how hard he goes at it.]
M-more--
[She pants it out, and when she manages to get that order out without shrieking, cautiously lowers her hand to the desk. It slams against it a moment later as he circles his tongue around her entrance, and Rosalind jerks her hips back again, as if that will encourage him to be anything but contrary.]
I want-- fuck-- I want your, your fingers-- Bigby--
[And there her hand goes, shoving over her mouth again.]