Maeve
Maeve doesn't do anything by halves. He should know this by now. He doesn't argue with her. Only makes a quiet sound in the back of his throat, breath hitching as she begins to stroke his length. She smiles against his lips, heading his warning, but not planning to stop. Maeve breaks this kiss a bit more quickly to reply. "It isn't going to hurt me more. I'll just take a few more swigs of whiskey after... Then you can put me to bed, okay?" She proposes this simple plan, already planning on following it through whether he thinks it's the best idea or not. She's not going to be swayed. Her lips find his again, licking into his mouth as she works his length with her hand until he's twitching for her.
"Are you going to miss me, beastie?" Maeve coos, stopping her stroking to instead tease the tip of his length with her thumb, smearing the bit of precum there as she speaks against his lips. It doesn't really matter what he says or not. Even if he lies it won't ruin this or what they're doing. It'll be a beautiful lie. One that makes her feel good in the moment. That's what all of this is anyway. Something to make them feel good.
"Are you going to miss me, beastie?" Maeve coos, stopping her stroking to instead tease the tip of his length with her thumb, smearing the bit of precum there as she speaks against his lips. It doesn't really matter what he says or not. Even if he lies it won't ruin this or what they're doing. It'll be a beautiful lie. One that makes her feel good in the moment. That's what all of this is anyway. Something to make them feel good.
Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips
We should just kiss like real people do
We should just kiss like real people do
