Her his moved with each taste of her skin, each knead of his hands along fire ignited nerves that sent sparks up to her brain and then fireworked down her spine imagining later, on her knees, her lips set around his cock, the way he would looked pained, and then relaxed as he finally spilled down her throat. She knew the face well, but on Ruth is was one that she couldn't ever get enough of -- she was as addicted to that face, as he was being inside her in some shape or form.
So when she lost the plot, too far gone in focusing on the movements of his tongue, the building tightness in her lower abdomen building up and coiling like a spring. She moved with the pace his mouth set, the hand in his hair gentle, even as she felt his grip on her free hand tighten, being held down as she used his bindings of her as a means to help her writhe against his lips, to pull him closer and closer to her. She knew it didn't make sense, when she was in her right mind, knew it impeded his ability to lave his tongue over that tiny little bud of flesh that felt like it was connected to her spine, and the electricity that traveled up it with each little flick. And so since he didn't want to have her mouth full at the moment, she made sure that anyone left in the Back Water absolutely knew that she was very much enjoying herself.
She sang for him, his praises, how he made her feel, and how very close she was to soaking his face before they'd continue on. She leaned up off the top of the counter, so she could watch him work, could watch the pink of his tongue lap at her, how his lips closed around her skin. And the tremor, that ran through her, tensing her muscles as she fought for the moment to breathe, and then it was the flood of relief through her system, even as the whole cycle started again. Her eyes went to his, even as she let the sly grin spread over her face. She would be begging for him, by the end of this, she already knew, and she was ready for that to start if it meant he'd climb back up her body and finally seat himself deep inside her. "[color=#2ecc40]Then climb on up here, sink down into the succor I give you between my thighs, and let me see those eyes of yours as you lose yourself the first time deep inside me. Come feed off these lips now, Ruth,[/color]" Her voice raised up some as she untangled her fingers from his hair, and gent to tug on his shoulder. "[color=#2ecc40]Please? Pretty please?[/color]"
So when she lost the plot, too far gone in focusing on the movements of his tongue, the building tightness in her lower abdomen building up and coiling like a spring. She moved with the pace his mouth set, the hand in his hair gentle, even as she felt his grip on her free hand tighten, being held down as she used his bindings of her as a means to help her writhe against his lips, to pull him closer and closer to her. She knew it didn't make sense, when she was in her right mind, knew it impeded his ability to lave his tongue over that tiny little bud of flesh that felt like it was connected to her spine, and the electricity that traveled up it with each little flick. And so since he didn't want to have her mouth full at the moment, she made sure that anyone left in the Back Water absolutely knew that she was very much enjoying herself.
She sang for him, his praises, how he made her feel, and how very close she was to soaking his face before they'd continue on. She leaned up off the top of the counter, so she could watch him work, could watch the pink of his tongue lap at her, how his lips closed around her skin. And the tremor, that ran through her, tensing her muscles as she fought for the moment to breathe, and then it was the flood of relief through her system, even as the whole cycle started again. Her eyes went to his, even as she let the sly grin spread over her face. She would be begging for him, by the end of this, she already knew, and she was ready for that to start if it meant he'd climb back up her body and finally seat himself deep inside her. "[color=#2ecc40]Then climb on up here, sink down into the succor I give you between my thighs, and let me see those eyes of yours as you lose yourself the first time deep inside me. Come feed off these lips now, Ruth,[/color]" Her voice raised up some as she untangled her fingers from his hair, and gent to tug on his shoulder. "[color=#2ecc40]Please? Pretty please?[/color]"
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