[At first, she's keen to let him take it slowly (well, as slowly as she gets), letting herself get worked up gradually, with patience born from knowing that he would be there as long as she wanted him to be.
Flicks of his tongue and the graze of that beard earn a squeeze of her legs around him, plush thighs moulding against the sides of him only to spread out again, so she can watch him. Eyes bright and eager and absolutely indulgent.]
Fjord, you're so good, ah, to me. [She moans, free hand groping lazily at one of her breasts, teasing one of her own nipples between her fingers, her voice a soft cadence, teasing him in breathless words as he's otherwise a captive audience.] Are you hard already? Mm, I can just imagine.
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Flicks of his tongue and the graze of that beard earn a squeeze of her legs around him, plush thighs moulding against the sides of him only to spread out again, so she can watch him. Eyes bright and eager and absolutely indulgent.]
Fjord, you're so good, ah, to me. [She moans, free hand groping lazily at one of her breasts, teasing one of her own nipples between her fingers, her voice a soft cadence, teasing him in breathless words as he's otherwise a captive audience.] Are you hard already? Mm, I can just imagine.