[ if roxy had a mean bone in her body, perhaps she could have blamed him for such a clipped bit of praise. however, if anything, roxy thinks it's just a little too much because all she needs is that shortened breath, the dark look in his eyes, and the heat that radiates from his body. all of those involuntary actions speak much louder than any words ichiro could give her, and for a moment roxy's captivated by the sight of him.
the tightened grip in her hair doesn't hurt, either.
as she watches him, roxy darts her tongue over her lips to wet them preemptively; her tongue feels heavy in her mouth otherwise. gaining confidence, roxy gradually increases the pressure her grip gives him, covering his lengths in slow, careful strokes, feeling out every bit of that delicate, hot skin. she wants to see what, if any, parts of him elicit better reactions before she'll put her mouth to good use; her thumb draws along his head, brushing over that slit before delicately tracing the outline. ]
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the tightened grip in her hair doesn't hurt, either.
as she watches him, roxy darts her tongue over her lips to wet them preemptively; her tongue feels heavy in her mouth otherwise. gaining confidence, roxy gradually increases the pressure her grip gives him, covering his lengths in slow, careful strokes, feeling out every bit of that delicate, hot skin. she wants to see what, if any, parts of him elicit better reactions before she'll put her mouth to good use; her thumb draws along his head, brushing over that slit before delicately tracing the outline. ]