Hush. Just relax and enjoy it like a good little girl.
[It's pressing his luck, he knows, but this isn't just about her pleasure; he's more than hard enough in his slacks to be aching for attention, and he's already generously ignoring it for the sake of getting off on pleasuring her instead. He's allowed, surely, to pepper in a little dirty talk to make things enjoyable — especially if this stays about her satisfaction entirely and he's left to contend with his on his own.
Still, she's so responsive that he'd be hard-pressed to say he really minds. Her nipples peak so rapidly that he briskly shifts from thumbing at them to pinching and tugging, layering the constant rubbing between her legs with short flashes of sharper sensation, intent on keeping her thoughts scattered and her focus unbalanced.
While she's distracted, he tips his head to the side and catches the muzzle of his mask against his own shoulder, pushing it up and onto his forehead to free his mouth, leaving room to nuzzle in and drag his tongue over that red little diamond behind her ear. She wants her anonymity, of course, and so does he — but maybe they'd both be willing to gamble it a little for the sake of something worth even more.]
I'd like — [He begins, breathless, dripping with temptation dangled ripe for the taking.] — to make you come like this, just like this, and then get between your legs while you're still shaking from my fingers and lick you until you scream.
[He circles his fingers around her entrance; it's the only brief warning she gets before he's pressing his fingers up and into her, wet and ready and needy, fucking her fast and rapid with the cadence of his promises.]
I'd like to ruin you for everyone else who comes after this. Until it drives you mad, wondering who I am, wondering how to find me just so you can have this again.
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[It's pressing his luck, he knows, but this isn't just about her pleasure; he's more than hard enough in his slacks to be aching for attention, and he's already generously ignoring it for the sake of getting off on pleasuring her instead. He's allowed, surely, to pepper in a little dirty talk to make things enjoyable — especially if this stays about her satisfaction entirely and he's left to contend with his on his own.
Still, she's so responsive that he'd be hard-pressed to say he really minds. Her nipples peak so rapidly that he briskly shifts from thumbing at them to pinching and tugging, layering the constant rubbing between her legs with short flashes of sharper sensation, intent on keeping her thoughts scattered and her focus unbalanced.
While she's distracted, he tips his head to the side and catches the muzzle of his mask against his own shoulder, pushing it up and onto his forehead to free his mouth, leaving room to nuzzle in and drag his tongue over that red little diamond behind her ear. She wants her anonymity, of course, and so does he — but maybe they'd both be willing to gamble it a little for the sake of something worth even more.]
I'd like — [He begins, breathless, dripping with temptation dangled ripe for the taking.] — to make you come like this, just like this, and then get between your legs while you're still shaking from my fingers and lick you until you scream.
[He circles his fingers around her entrance; it's the only brief warning she gets before he's pressing his fingers up and into her, wet and ready and needy, fucking her fast and rapid with the cadence of his promises.]
I'd like to ruin you for everyone else who comes after this. Until it drives you mad, wondering who I am, wondering how to find me just so you can have this again.