The burn and glow along her scalp earns a fierce crow of yes-please-sir-may-I-have-another against his skin. She dutifully laves attention where he directs her, more than willing to have more of the taste of him in her mouth.
She can feel the end coming like a runaway train barreling down the tracks, her body tightening in eager anticipation, her litany of not-quite-words taking on a pleading edge. Reaching down between them, she roughly grinds against her clit, fingers sliding in the slick between them.
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Date: 2015-01-17 04:09 pm (UTC)She can feel the end coming like a runaway train barreling down the tracks, her body tightening in eager anticipation, her litany of not-quite-words taking on a pleading edge. Reaching down between them, she roughly grinds against her clit, fingers sliding in the slick between them.