[ Margo has a fairly firm policy about not fucking a man who won't go down. He doesn't have to be great at it, even, just willing. Not that she has any concern about Geralt being bad at it.
A man with a voice like that? She's pretty sure he could probably just talk at her cooch and she'd come.
She hums her approval when he kneels in front of her, pulling her thong off as she lifts her hips off the bed slightly, hands going to balance behind her. Her smile is like the cat who caught the canary, smug and pleased with the way things are going, especially since she doesn't have to give him much instruction as of yet.
His mouth presses to her skin and she does as he wordlessly beckons, her legs spreading so he can get between them.]
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A man with a voice like that? She's pretty sure he could probably just talk at her cooch and she'd come.
She hums her approval when he kneels in front of her, pulling her thong off as she lifts her hips off the bed slightly, hands going to balance behind her. Her smile is like the cat who caught the canary, smug and pleased with the way things are going, especially since she doesn't have to give him much instruction as of yet.
His mouth presses to her skin and she does as he wordlessly beckons, her legs spreading so he can get between them.]
That's a good fucking start.