[ Her lips close around the base of his thumb without hesitation, her teeth scraping over the ridges of his fingerprint. She hums and shifts her weight, balances a little better on her knees to free the hand she was using to hold herself up, which then slides up his thigh, over the big scar there, to catch his wrist. Her grip is loose, and when she releases his thumb, she licks over his other fingers, where she can still vaguely taste herself.
There's a pang of red-hot desire, a throb between her hips, and she flashes a coy smile up at him before she obeys with a soft croon as she takes him back into her mouth, down her throat. While she has to let go of his wrist, her third hand, unseen, ghosts over his fingers to guide his hand back to her head. ]
no subject
There's a pang of red-hot desire, a throb between her hips, and she flashes a coy smile up at him before she obeys with a soft croon as she takes him back into her mouth, down her throat. While she has to let go of his wrist, her third hand, unseen, ghosts over his fingers to guide his hand back to her head. ]