[ She'd better not compare him to Naga. At least not out loud. Unless you have some sort of secret bestiality fetish, he can't think of a single charming aspect to commend that slobbering heap of white fur. ]
[ He hears the challenge in her voice. His erection pulses upwards from his belly, a pool of clear fluid caught in the opening. But he doesn't respond right away. His hands catch the hard jut of her knees, forcing her thighs wider open. Then his mouth is busy before she has a chance to react, a series of quick lush sucks to her clit that leave it wet and twitching, and then he's rubbing his face against the curly pooch, smearing her slickness across his cheek, nuzzling at her entrance before mouthing it hotly, worshipping with an artless hunger that is sometimes as effective as skill, but when his tongue returns he's got that too; hard rapid licks from the fringe of her inner-lips to her clit, polishing it with an exquisitely fierce pressure, stabbing into her with thick slurps of tongue, sucking, lashing -- ]
[ And then he takes his mouth away, the son of a bitch. ]
[ His erection tics at an urgent angle, darkish and slick-tipped, thick and heavy as something raised in anger. But his touch is no rougher than it needs to be -- just brutally efficient. Tipping her thighs back, he barely gives her a warning before he's speared his cock into her. Not in slip-sliding increments, but one jarring stroke. Loving that fluttering clench of muscle, the way he's enveloped all at once in liquid heat. Arching tensely over, he presses a messy, jerking kiss to the corner of her lips -- or tries to. ]
[ With her round belly in the way, it's not exactly the ideal position to be sucking faces like movie stars. ]
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Date: 2015-03-07 04:29 am (UTC)[ He hears the challenge in her voice. His erection pulses upwards from his belly, a pool of clear fluid caught in the opening. But he doesn't respond right away. His hands catch the hard jut of her knees, forcing her thighs wider open. Then his mouth is busy before she has a chance to react, a series of quick lush sucks to her clit that leave it wet and twitching, and then he's rubbing his face against the curly pooch, smearing her slickness across his cheek, nuzzling at her entrance before mouthing it hotly, worshipping with an artless hunger that is sometimes as effective as skill, but when his tongue returns he's got that too; hard rapid licks from the fringe of her inner-lips to her clit, polishing it with an exquisitely fierce pressure, stabbing into her with thick slurps of tongue, sucking, lashing -- ]
[ And then he takes his mouth away, the son of a bitch. ]
[ His erection tics at an urgent angle, darkish and slick-tipped, thick and heavy as something raised in anger. But his touch is no rougher than it needs to be -- just brutally efficient. Tipping her thighs back, he barely gives her a warning before he's speared his cock into her. Not in slip-sliding increments, but one jarring stroke. Loving that fluttering clench of muscle, the way he's enveloped all at once in liquid heat. Arching tensely over, he presses a messy, jerking kiss to the corner of her lips -- or tries to. ]
[ With her round belly in the way, it's not exactly the ideal position to be sucking faces like movie stars. ]