[ Hei's gaze is downcast, darkly-lit, the smooth angles of his face reshaped into something taut, sharply-etched. He's had many, many blowjobs over the last eight years. Blowjobs that go on and on, blowjobs that have made him shoot like a geyser almost at once. Blowjobs that were hot, worshipful, angry, languorous, frenzied, ecstatic. But few quite like this. And it isn't just that the girl seems to have no gag reflex to speak of -- that he can stir his hips, fuck her mouth like a kid bouncing in and out on a trampoline, then dig in close, and tight, and slow, and the girl just takes it with a ravenous eagerness. It isn't even that unabashed enthusiasm as she laps at him, her tongue small and pink, hot and wet, flicking over the tip like a lollipop -- a mesmerizing jumble of lewd and innocent. ]
[ It isn't all that. Or -- yeah, it is part of it. But what it mostly is ... is that gaze. ]
[ Her eyes are bright with an infinitude of playfulness. Like she's actually fucking enjoying this. Like the filthy goings-on have completely bypassed her psyche, like it's just the pure fun that has penetrated something in that hard, whorish Contractor's shell, and sparked her desire to show off and please. ]
[ Hei doesn't know. All in all, it's a disconcerting reminder that she's less a Contractor than an ordinary, fresh-faced girl. ]
[ He jerks her hands off his. But he doesn't grab her hair and take charge, either. His palms stay curved around her skull, bracing rather than commanding, fingers curling and uncurling through her hair as he gusts out jittery breaths. His gaze stays fixed on the sight of her, on her knees, all liquid blue eyes and hollowed cheeks and glossy full-lipped mouth. His dick is heated and achy: each time she gulps it down, it twitches from root to tip, the balls a heavy tightening throb. ]
[ When his whole body is nearly at the edge,exultant and throbbing in every particle, he fists his hands in her hair. Tugs in a mute order to stop, drawing his dick out, glazed with her saliva, the tip smearing pre-come across her chin. Tempting to spill into her waiting mouth, as wildly on edge as he is. But he stops in time with a brutal squeeze behind the head. Swallows, drawing in deep breaths, forcing himself to relax, the tension in his sinews melting as if he's been given a sedative. ]
[ All that remains is the dark potential flowing through the air around him, natural and ordinary. ]
Not bad.
[ But she'll have to try harder to establish the upper-hand. Dragging her to her feet by a loose bunch of her hair, Hei's other arm wraps like a restraining bar around her waist -- right before she is lifted and tumbled back onto the bed of peat-sacks. In the cloud of grit, Hei tugs off her boots, before stripping her jeans down all the way. Eyes the lush sprawl of her body, more speculative than greedy, before he grabs her legs with a manacling grip at the ankles and slings them over his shoulders. Gripping her buttocks for a handhold, fingers digging viciously into the pliant flesh, he hauls her up so she's practically dangling upside down, just the weight of her skull and the spill of dark hair across the sacks. ]
[ The gleaming folds of her sex are right at his mouth: the inner-lips like a glistening pink conch, clitoris poking from its hood hard as a polished pebble, everything framed by a riot of dewy black curls. The pungency of her scent wafts through his head. Not off-putting, the way it is when he goes down on some women. Hers is rich, heavy -- and as he laps at her with the flat of his tongue, back to front, delightfully salty. ]
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[ It isn't all that. Or -- yeah, it is part of it. But what it mostly is ... is that gaze. ]
[ Her eyes are bright with an infinitude of playfulness. Like she's actually fucking enjoying this. Like the filthy goings-on have completely bypassed her psyche, like it's just the pure fun that has penetrated something in that hard, whorish Contractor's shell, and sparked her desire to show off and please. ]
[ Hei doesn't know. All in all, it's a disconcerting reminder that she's less a Contractor than an ordinary, fresh-faced girl. ]
[ He jerks her hands off his. But he doesn't grab her hair and take charge, either. His palms stay curved around her skull, bracing rather than commanding, fingers curling and uncurling through her hair as he gusts out jittery breaths. His gaze stays fixed on the sight of her, on her knees, all liquid blue eyes and hollowed cheeks and glossy full-lipped mouth. His dick is heated and achy: each time she gulps it down, it twitches from root to tip, the balls a heavy tightening throb. ]
[ When his whole body is nearly at the edge,exultant and throbbing in every particle, he fists his hands in her hair. Tugs in a mute order to stop, drawing his dick out, glazed with her saliva, the tip smearing pre-come across her chin. Tempting to spill into her waiting mouth, as wildly on edge as he is. But he stops in time with a brutal squeeze behind the head. Swallows, drawing in deep breaths, forcing himself to relax, the tension in his sinews melting as if he's been given a sedative. ]
[ All that remains is the dark potential flowing through the air around him, natural and ordinary. ]
Not bad.
[ But she'll have to try harder to establish the upper-hand. Dragging her to her feet by a loose bunch of her hair, Hei's other arm wraps like a restraining bar around her waist -- right before she is lifted and tumbled back onto the bed of peat-sacks. In the cloud of grit, Hei tugs off her boots, before stripping her jeans down all the way. Eyes the lush sprawl of her body, more speculative than greedy, before he grabs her legs with a manacling grip at the ankles and slings them over his shoulders. Gripping her buttocks for a handhold, fingers digging viciously into the pliant flesh, he hauls her up so she's practically dangling upside down, just the weight of her skull and the spill of dark hair across the sacks. ]
[ The gleaming folds of her sex are right at his mouth: the inner-lips like a glistening pink conch, clitoris poking from its hood hard as a polished pebble, everything framed by a riot of dewy black curls. The pungency of her scent wafts through his head. Not off-putting, the way it is when he goes down on some women. Hers is rich, heavy -- and as he laps at her with the flat of his tongue, back to front, delightfully salty. ]