[ The drug's effects on her are far less obvious, but for the flush that warms her face and travels down her throat and chest, and her pupils dilating, eyes wide, fixed between his legs. She doesn't notice the way she licks her lips, the tip of her tongue darting out along the place she'd been biting down on a moment ago.
So intently is she staring, that his touch seems to surprise her when his palms rub down her thighs. Her skin prickles beneath his fingers, another wave of heat coiling, squeezing low in her belly and leaving the space between her thighs significantly wetter.
With a long, shaky breath, Ciri follows his request and takes Sephiroth's waiting cock in hand. Gently curling her fingers around it. Weighing it against her palm. It is softer than she expected, skin so delicate and velvety. Her thumb slides down the shaft, rubbing curiously, as if petting a very fragile little creature.
Her ankle hooks around the back of his thigh. Ciri scoots forward to reach better. And see better. (It's not like she's never seen a dick before, but this is different.) With both hands, she explores, noticing the moisture beading up at the tip with his excitement, finding it makes it easier to slide her hand down, as expected. She measures him along the length of her hand, and swallows.
It's not the first time she's seen Sephiroth naked. But Ciri's context is limited in the bedroom, and as it turns out, men get bigger when aroused.
She takes up stroking him again, with the added slipperiness from his precum managing to settle into a slow, rhythmic motion. ]
Does this feel okay? [ Her voice comes out soft, almost a whisper, even though it's only the two of them. ]
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So intently is she staring, that his touch seems to surprise her when his palms rub down her thighs. Her skin prickles beneath his fingers, another wave of heat coiling, squeezing low in her belly and leaving the space between her thighs significantly wetter.
With a long, shaky breath, Ciri follows his request and takes Sephiroth's waiting cock in hand. Gently curling her fingers around it. Weighing it against her palm. It is softer than she expected, skin so delicate and velvety. Her thumb slides down the shaft, rubbing curiously, as if petting a very fragile little creature.
Her ankle hooks around the back of his thigh. Ciri scoots forward to reach better. And see better. (It's not like she's never seen a dick before, but this is different.) With both hands, she explores, noticing the moisture beading up at the tip with his excitement, finding it makes it easier to slide her hand down, as expected. She measures him along the length of her hand, and swallows.
It's not the first time she's seen Sephiroth naked. But Ciri's context is limited in the bedroom, and as it turns out, men get bigger when aroused.
She takes up stroking him again, with the added slipperiness from his precum managing to settle into a slow, rhythmic motion. ]
Does this feel okay? [ Her voice comes out soft, almost a whisper, even though it's only the two of them. ]