[Her pleased, gratified smile widens even further. She squeezes him gently—delicate pressure all along his length that tightens, then relaxes. Tightens and relaxes again, hard enough to be exciting without skirting the edge of pain. If there was a time to feel self-conscious, to worry about being seen and watched and judged by the people around them, it's long since flown past.]
Good.....that's good. Being on the same page, I mean.
[Her head dips, hair brushing his thighs as she presses a kiss to the base of his shaft. Then another, and another, butterfly teases that dissolve into the hot, wet slide of her tongue moving up, up, up the underside of his dick. Swirling it around the head, lapping at the slit.
Watching his face through her lashes, still smiling, Lys takes his length into the wet heat of her mouth, swallowing it down without a thought paid to gag reflex or the need for air.]
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Good.....that's good. Being on the same page, I mean.
[Her head dips, hair brushing his thighs as she presses a kiss to the base of his shaft. Then another, and another, butterfly teases that dissolve into the hot, wet slide of her tongue moving up, up, up the underside of his dick. Swirling it around the head, lapping at the slit.
Watching his face through her lashes, still smiling, Lys takes his length into the wet heat of her mouth, swallowing it down without a thought paid to gag reflex or the need for air.]