[ fingers tighten in her hair and pull at her scalp and roxy's body shudders. the moan she wants to make is muffled, vibrating from her lips and onto ichiro, pressing a hand to his hip to make sure he doesn't move faster than she's prepared for. the heat on his skin is searing in roxy's mouth, but she doesn't pull away — instead, she gradually takes him deeper, moving her mouth down his shaft with an almost infuriating pace. black nails dig into the flesh of his hip and her own wriggle and shift, trying to find the best way to perch on her folded legs to keep her own pleasure center staved off from the worst of her want.
hearing his voice, feeling his body against hers; it's everything she's wanted. this closeness, this intimacy, the trust he's giving her as her mouth explores this sensitive part of him. the weight of his dick is heavy on her tongue and that velvet skin feels almost as delicate as tissue paper but roxy can't let it deter her. no. she has to focus on the areas that make him pant the most, that make that breath of his hitch. she pulls back only when she's in need of air but she never forgets: her hands cover where her mouth was, and she maps out every inch of his pleasure so that she can be responsible for that end.
pink eyes flick up, searching his face as she eases her mouth down completely, taking as much of him between her lips as she can; and when she pulls back, the curve of her cheeks hollow. ]
You got such a beautiful voice, Ichiro... [ affectionately does she nuzzle him, placing gentle kisses along his base and over his pelvic bone. she wants to hear him say her name when he comes but roxy knows she's fumbling blindly right now. she's exploring but what she lacks in knowledge she makes up for in false bravado.
but that spot between her legs gets wider, the heartbeat there more prominent. who knew giving pleasure could get her so turned on?
she has to finish. her own body almost can't take it any more. her mouth covers him again and there's determination now, wanting to draw that last moan of his right out. ]
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hearing his voice, feeling his body against hers; it's everything she's wanted. this closeness, this intimacy, the trust he's giving her as her mouth explores this sensitive part of him. the weight of his dick is heavy on her tongue and that velvet skin feels almost as delicate as tissue paper but roxy can't let it deter her. no. she has to focus on the areas that make him pant the most, that make that breath of his hitch. she pulls back only when she's in need of air but she never forgets: her hands cover where her mouth was, and she maps out every inch of his pleasure so that she can be responsible for that end.
pink eyes flick up, searching his face as she eases her mouth down completely, taking as much of him between her lips as she can; and when she pulls back, the curve of her cheeks hollow. ]
You got such a beautiful voice, Ichiro... [ affectionately does she nuzzle him, placing gentle kisses along his base and over his pelvic bone. she wants to hear him say her name when he comes but roxy knows she's fumbling blindly right now. she's exploring but what she lacks in knowledge she makes up for in false bravado.
but that spot between her legs gets wider, the heartbeat there more prominent. who knew giving pleasure could get her so turned on?
she has to finish. her own body almost can't take it any more. her mouth covers him again and there's determination now, wanting to draw that last moan of his right out. ]