[ she can't say she recalls coming quite this hard in recent memory, but she also wonders if she could recall ever coming this hard ever, because why she's definitely had her share of good orgasms, it's hard to say how often she's had it this heavily stimulated, every limb quivering as he keeps his fingers pressed within her, teasing grazing touches around her clit. something about the continued mystery adds to that heat, this unknown man that seems to pick up with ease how best to touch her, how to utterly destroy her instantaneously with the smoothness of that husky lustful voice at her ear and his serving hands.
when he speaks again, it takes her a brief moment to blink herself back to steadiness, everything still incredibly hazy from her climax, but she's so enchanted with him in this moment, that all it takes is a simple request for her to follow her, abandoning usual doubt and skeptical trust to place herself in this man's hands the way she already has tonight.
he guides her to turn around and she does so, her eyes already shut, eyelids visibly closed within the eye sockets of her mask, as she presses herself back to the wall, thankful for the support it gives her to keep standing straight. without being able to watch him, she gasps softly as he mouths at her breasts, the suction of those lips drawing out sharper breaths that still haven't quite steadied themselves. and yet despite the elevated pleasure she's already received, she doesn't feel done, as if she's been given a plate of something so fulfilling that it only seems to make her hungrier, her mark glowing persistently as it demands more, more, more.
and he provides exactly that, the heat of his mouth pressing to her cunt, so deliciously arousing and desired, as her fingers reach down to his shoulder and guide their way to the back of his head, now free of its mask. she can feel the soft strands of it β blond, she recalls, from what peaked out in limited view before β and she combs her fingers through it, almost affectionately, even with the curl of her grip that tugs lightly at his scalp. ]
Oh, fuck, fuck, it's soβ [ she pants for breath, one heel firm to the ground as she balances her other leg atop his shoulder, using the wall at her back to keep herself upright. she can feel it, the soaking sloppy mess from her climax, now heavy on his tongue. ] You keep ... making me so wetβit's so much ...
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when he speaks again, it takes her a brief moment to blink herself back to steadiness, everything still incredibly hazy from her climax, but she's so enchanted with him in this moment, that all it takes is a simple request for her to follow her, abandoning usual doubt and skeptical trust to place herself in this man's hands the way she already has tonight.
he guides her to turn around and she does so, her eyes already shut, eyelids visibly closed within the eye sockets of her mask, as she presses herself back to the wall, thankful for the support it gives her to keep standing straight. without being able to watch him, she gasps softly as he mouths at her breasts, the suction of those lips drawing out sharper breaths that still haven't quite steadied themselves. and yet despite the elevated pleasure she's already received, she doesn't feel done, as if she's been given a plate of something so fulfilling that it only seems to make her hungrier, her mark glowing persistently as it demands more, more, more.
and he provides exactly that, the heat of his mouth pressing to her cunt, so deliciously arousing and desired, as her fingers reach down to his shoulder and guide their way to the back of his head, now free of its mask. she can feel the soft strands of it β blond, she recalls, from what peaked out in limited view before β and she combs her fingers through it, almost affectionately, even with the curl of her grip that tugs lightly at his scalp. ]
Oh, fuck, fuck, it's soβ [ she pants for breath, one heel firm to the ground as she balances her other leg atop his shoulder, using the wall at her back to keep herself upright. she can feel it, the soaking sloppy mess from her climax, now heavy on his tongue. ] You keep ... making me so wetβit's so much ...