[He laughs again, and not unkindly; he's hardly about to complain at her willingness to play along, much less the way she's taken to pleasuring herself right along with his efforts. It certainly warrants a quick, appraising glance up to enjoy the view. It makes him wonder, idly, how much wetter he could make her from replacing her fingers on her breast with his own. She must be sensitive, to like it so much. He could bite them sore and then find her tomorrow just by looking for a pretty dark-haired woman squirming about from the chafing of her own clothes.
Now isn't that an attractive thought. Not particularly anonymous, but attractive — and worth contemplating when it was he'd gotten so concerned with his own ability to find her again. That would imply wanting to have this again, or more —
And so what if he does? She'd look just as lovely bouncing like a bunny on his cock.]
Heh. Then don't forget to scream for me, Miss Bunny —
[And since it'd be a little unwieldy to try to get a hand up and play with her breasts while he resumes his work, he opts instead to fit his fingers back up against her, first to hold her wide open while he runs his tongue the whole length of her cunt, and then to sneak back and press up into her again while he focuses the attentions of his mouth onto her clit.
His fingers slide so easily into her, loose and soaking wet as she is; he crooks them into a come-hither gesture once her walls are wrapped snugly around them, looking for the spot inside of her that will set her off at the same time he's stimulating her outside as well.]
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Now isn't that an attractive thought. Not particularly anonymous, but attractive — and worth contemplating when it was he'd gotten so concerned with his own ability to find her again. That would imply wanting to have this again, or more —
And so what if he does? She'd look just as lovely bouncing like a bunny on his cock.]
Heh. Then don't forget to scream for me, Miss Bunny —
[And since it'd be a little unwieldy to try to get a hand up and play with her breasts while he resumes his work, he opts instead to fit his fingers back up against her, first to hold her wide open while he runs his tongue the whole length of her cunt, and then to sneak back and press up into her again while he focuses the attentions of his mouth onto her clit.
His fingers slide so easily into her, loose and soaking wet as she is; he crooks them into a come-hither gesture once her walls are wrapped snugly around them, looking for the spot inside of her that will set her off at the same time he's stimulating her outside as well.]