[ He likes that smile on her. It's hot--she's hot--and it means she's pleased with him, so a winning combination all around. Against the inside of her thigh, his lips curl too, a smile that's significantly more understated, but equally pleased. He's more than willing; he's eager. ]
Just tell me what you like.
[ Though he's known her less than an hour, and though he still doesn't even know what to call her, it's already difficult to imagine her having issues doing that.
His lips are a soft, wet contrast to the slightly prickly edge of his beard as he works his way up her thigh, unhurried. He guides her knees up over his shoulders as he presses closer, settling his hands on the curve of her ass. And when he can finally trace his tongue over her, sliding through her slick folds to find her clit, he's the one who makes a low, pleased noise, like this is some kind of fucking privilege. ]
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Just tell me what you like.
[ Though he's known her less than an hour, and though he still doesn't even know what to call her, it's already difficult to imagine her having issues doing that.
His lips are a soft, wet contrast to the slightly prickly edge of his beard as he works his way up her thigh, unhurried. He guides her knees up over his shoulders as he presses closer, settling his hands on the curve of her ass. And when he can finally trace his tongue over her, sliding through her slick folds to find her clit, he's the one who makes a low, pleased noise, like this is some kind of fucking privilege. ]