Don't paint wonderful lies on me that wash away
A quick glance up at his face told Maea that she had his full attention. It didn't feel like she was doing much, and yet the look on his face, the sound he made as her tongue touched him told her that it was quite effective.
Interesting.
Taking her time to explore this new territory, the girl let her lips travel back down the same way they came. Tickling light breaths over his silky skin, her hand following with slender fingers encircling his length, grip only a little firmer. Shifting her head, she sought out new angles, tried touching different parts of his cock, see where he reacted most. Touching her tongue to his stem. To the very base. Easing a hand in between his legs to cup his balls, ever so gently.
Hard and fast was certainly effective, but... it seemed she could devastate him quite as effectively with lightness, with slowness and lingering strokes. She was aching herself, a dull throb between her legs begging for attention... but Maea set it aside. Wanted to let him know just how much she loved him. What he was leaving. What he could come back to, when he was ready.
Interesting.
Taking her time to explore this new territory, the girl let her lips travel back down the same way they came. Tickling light breaths over his silky skin, her hand following with slender fingers encircling his length, grip only a little firmer. Shifting her head, she sought out new angles, tried touching different parts of his cock, see where he reacted most. Touching her tongue to his stem. To the very base. Easing a hand in between his legs to cup his balls, ever so gently.
Hard and fast was certainly effective, but... it seemed she could devastate him quite as effectively with lightness, with slowness and lingering strokes. She was aching herself, a dull throb between her legs begging for attention... but Maea set it aside. Wanted to let him know just how much she loved him. What he was leaving. What he could come back to, when he was ready.
