(he's never going to complain about what he can get, but his body betrays him as soon as her lips take in the tip of his cock, with his breath hitching and another noise escaping him.
wet, tight, and ever so slow, and he's sure he could have felt her tongue caressing him when she's taken him. he should tell her he is no match for her power, that she should really make a choice, but he doesn't find the words to do it.
all he finds is the swear that escapes him, almost muttered with his senses all overworked.
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wet, tight, and ever so slow, and he's sure he could have felt her tongue caressing him when she's taken him. he should tell her he is no match for her power, that she should really make a choice, but he doesn't find the words to do it.
all he finds is the swear that escapes him, almost muttered with his senses all overworked.
please, do it again.)
... Fuck--