[ beginner or expert, it doesn't really matter; it's really, really hard to be picky when you've got a gorgeous girl like roxy sucking your dick. not that he really could be--any sort of inexperience is beyond his purview. rather, all ichiro's focused on is how good it feels to have her mouth wrapped around him, all soft as silk and slick and wet and good.
true to his word, ichiro's not shy. his hand comes up briefly to his mouth, but it's only to press his palm near his mouth like he needs something else to grip onto, just to process it. his reactions are blatant and honest, the way his shoulders roll backwards, the soft pants and groans that come out of his mouth. his gaze barely shifts, eyes shutting for brief moments of pressure at the crown of his dick, when her cheeks hollow--but true to promise, he keeps his almost fully dark eyes on roxy. and really, what a sight it is to see--she looks amazing, doing this so, so naturally.
ichiro's hand flexes in her hair, and there's only one small, almost impatient tug at he tease of her slow pace--after that, ichiro lets himself dissolve into the feeling, focuses on the way it feels like heat's building in his stomach, his groin. his hand flexes tight when she says his name, and the noise ichiro makes is almost a whine. he's close enough now those soft kisses are maddening, and he pants a warning of her name when she goes down-- ] Roxy, Roxy, fuck--
[ he's going to come, and he's at least polite enough to give her a tiny bit of a warning, because it's going to be messy. ]
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true to his word, ichiro's not shy. his hand comes up briefly to his mouth, but it's only to press his palm near his mouth like he needs something else to grip onto, just to process it. his reactions are blatant and honest, the way his shoulders roll backwards, the soft pants and groans that come out of his mouth. his gaze barely shifts, eyes shutting for brief moments of pressure at the crown of his dick, when her cheeks hollow--but true to promise, he keeps his almost fully dark eyes on roxy. and really, what a sight it is to see--she looks amazing, doing this so, so naturally.
ichiro's hand flexes in her hair, and there's only one small, almost impatient tug at he tease of her slow pace--after that, ichiro lets himself dissolve into the feeling, focuses on the way it feels like heat's building in his stomach, his groin. his hand flexes tight when she says his name, and the noise ichiro makes is almost a whine. he's close enough now those soft kisses are maddening, and he pants a warning of her name when she goes down-- ] Roxy, Roxy, fuck--
[ he's going to come, and he's at least polite enough to give her a tiny bit of a warning, because it's going to be messy. ]