Mina had been with many men, some women, and an asshole that had been neither in her head, sometime in the long past, she knew her trade and her craft with a certainty and familiarity that only one who had spent more years of her life practicing, than she had doing anything else. So when she said that Ruth could still surprise her with the way he played her body, it truly was something to behold. Her eyes watched him work, even as she found herself unable to stay still, bare feet trying to find parts of the shelves and counter top to brace herself, ready herself for the promises that his hands and mouth make on her skin. "[color=#2ecc40]Only stars? Ruth, you've shown me entirely different worlds, I'll be disappointed if you don't waltz me right to the edge of that little death and then back again[/color]."
Her voice dropped into it's lowest register, even as she sucked down a deep breath, her legs set to trembling as she felt just how much he wanted her through that layer of fabric still between them, even as she rolled her hips up into his, her hands nearly pulling the curtain down in the process, before she let it go completely, not willing to trust herself not to bring the bulk of them down on them and the bar top. She writhed, slowly, as she held his gaze, as the liquor hit her skin, thankful that he was working quick to lap it up, she didn't relish the idea of a burn below, but that thought was completely obliterated as she felt his skilled hand part her folds, the feel of digits circling her opening, gathering sticky slick, and then he's inside her and she can't stop the sound that comes from her lips. Partly a moan, partly a whimper, and then she's bereft of that touch once again, lust drunk eyes pleading as she watched him lick.
Her mouth fell open, her chest heaving up and down as her breathing accelerated, hitched, and then she was swallowing down the excess drool she suddenly developed as his hands pressed her further open, massaging her thighs in a way that she liked oh so well. There was something to be said about having a lover, especially once that knew exactly how to play her body -- exactly how to wind her up and then send her careening over the edge into a drawn out orgasm, after orgasm. So it was no surprise when her hands started to move on their own accord, at least to her, and thread into his hair, to help steer him exactly where she wanted him to be. And where she wanted him, was with his lips and tongue busy bringing her to the first orgasm of the night. "[color=#2ecc40]I trust your appetite, but your face always looks so pretty after I've rode it. And my lover, I've been waiting to feel your tongue on my clit all day. The question is, do you want to turn me so you can let me worship that beautiful cock of yours at the same time[/color]?" Mina's little tongue darted from her mouth, licked her lips, and then lifted her hips off the counter top towards his mouth, gently tugging his head down to her. "[color=#2ecc40]Fucking hells Ruth, I can't wait to have my lips on you. Around you.[/color]"
She reminded herself, that she didn't have to give him such dirty talk, their bodies did all the talking for them, but she couldn't help herself, she liked to see him grin, especially when its as she looks down to see his eyes at the apex of her thighs..
Her voice dropped into it's lowest register, even as she sucked down a deep breath, her legs set to trembling as she felt just how much he wanted her through that layer of fabric still between them, even as she rolled her hips up into his, her hands nearly pulling the curtain down in the process, before she let it go completely, not willing to trust herself not to bring the bulk of them down on them and the bar top. She writhed, slowly, as she held his gaze, as the liquor hit her skin, thankful that he was working quick to lap it up, she didn't relish the idea of a burn below, but that thought was completely obliterated as she felt his skilled hand part her folds, the feel of digits circling her opening, gathering sticky slick, and then he's inside her and she can't stop the sound that comes from her lips. Partly a moan, partly a whimper, and then she's bereft of that touch once again, lust drunk eyes pleading as she watched him lick.
Her mouth fell open, her chest heaving up and down as her breathing accelerated, hitched, and then she was swallowing down the excess drool she suddenly developed as his hands pressed her further open, massaging her thighs in a way that she liked oh so well. There was something to be said about having a lover, especially once that knew exactly how to play her body -- exactly how to wind her up and then send her careening over the edge into a drawn out orgasm, after orgasm. So it was no surprise when her hands started to move on their own accord, at least to her, and thread into his hair, to help steer him exactly where she wanted him to be. And where she wanted him, was with his lips and tongue busy bringing her to the first orgasm of the night. "[color=#2ecc40]I trust your appetite, but your face always looks so pretty after I've rode it. And my lover, I've been waiting to feel your tongue on my clit all day. The question is, do you want to turn me so you can let me worship that beautiful cock of yours at the same time[/color]?" Mina's little tongue darted from her mouth, licked her lips, and then lifted her hips off the counter top towards his mouth, gently tugging his head down to her. "[color=#2ecc40]Fucking hells Ruth, I can't wait to have my lips on you. Around you.[/color]"
She reminded herself, that she didn't have to give him such dirty talk, their bodies did all the talking for them, but she couldn't help herself, she liked to see him grin, especially when its as she looks down to see his eyes at the apex of her thighs..
03-27-2024, 09:17 PM
