[She's sorry that he releases her wrists, but perhaps she'll get that later. For now, she laughs softly as he warns her, though that's accompanied by a thrill as his fingers dig into her ass. Hoisting herself up on her elbows, she watches him eagerly.]
I think I can handle you.
[Lazily said, and not a moment too soon-- because then he's on her, and oh, god, that feels good. Her legs spread wider, thighs burning a little from the strain. His tongue is hot, pointed, dragging over her; she rocks her hips up, her next exhale harsh.]
That's good . . .
[She pushes her fingers through his hair. She won't yank just yet, but it's coming soon.]
[ He's very certain she can handle most anything, quite frankly. Some people just have that vibe.
Which means he isn't so delicate, diving right into something more intense from the word "go". He laps at her insistently, adding pressure until she's responding positively with each swipe. There's no time wasted, either, since he pushes his tongue into her pussy, fucking her like that with enthusiasm (and years of practice).
His hands slide up to her hips, loosely holding her in place but otherwise letting her rock into it. ]
[She swears quietly, her head snapping back as his tongue fucks deep into her with no warning-- which is great, it's fantastic, but oh, she wasn't expecting that after the way he'd gone so slowly before. Her hips rock up, half-heartedly squirming just to feel him tighten his grip on her-- but even teasing isn't interesting right now, nothing is, save the way he's forcing his tongue so deep into her.]
Good-- that's good--
[Breathless praise, as she pulls at his hair, yanking him down, and grinding her hips up at the same time. It's not about domination, not really; it's a movement made purely for her own pleasure, with no thought for him and how he might find it.]
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I think I can handle you.
[Lazily said, and not a moment too soon-- because then he's on her, and oh, god, that feels good. Her legs spread wider, thighs burning a little from the strain. His tongue is hot, pointed, dragging over her; she rocks her hips up, her next exhale harsh.]
That's good . . .
[She pushes her fingers through his hair. She won't yank just yet, but it's coming soon.]
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Which means he isn't so delicate, diving right into something more intense from the word "go". He laps at her insistently, adding pressure until she's responding positively with each swipe. There's no time wasted, either, since he pushes his tongue into her pussy, fucking her like that with enthusiasm (and years of practice).
His hands slide up to her hips, loosely holding her in place but otherwise letting her rock into it. ]
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[She swears quietly, her head snapping back as his tongue fucks deep into her with no warning-- which is great, it's fantastic, but oh, she wasn't expecting that after the way he'd gone so slowly before. Her hips rock up, half-heartedly squirming just to feel him tighten his grip on her-- but even teasing isn't interesting right now, nothing is, save the way he's forcing his tongue so deep into her.]
Good-- that's good--
[Breathless praise, as she pulls at his hair, yanking him down, and grinding her hips up at the same time. It's not about domination, not really; it's a movement made purely for her own pleasure, with no thought for him and how he might find it.]
Harder--