Maeve
A deal is a deal, indeed. Gods, does she love this fucking deal. Maeve hums, knowing that she's pushing both of them to the limits in which they're willing to practice patience, but she knows it'll be worth it. Her whole body strains for contact, jumping and twitching at each brush of skin, the string holding her together so close to snapping. The tip of his cock edges through her slit, sliding easily to press against her clit, making her whimper as he paints a line of kisses down her spine. Nails dig into the blankets, a plea rising in her throat before catching there as his mouth suddenly covers her, causing her cunt to clench.
It's sweet relief. Utter ecstasy. She's so desperate for him that she does cry out at the insistent press of his tongue. It's impossible for her to stay still, hips pressing back against his mouth, chasing after the release that's so fucking close she could cry. Seconds blur and it's nothing but the sensation of his tongue on her clit and his fingers curled at her hips. The Madame is lost to him; whimpers, moans, and his name mixed in between create a chorus in time with the sound of him between her thighs. Gasping breaths and pleased groans. All of these things push her higher towards the ecstasy that's awaiting her. That familiar fluttering begins in her belly, building in the arches of her feet before suddenly flaring white hot and bright between her eyes, making her shudder.
She clenches around nother, a gush of wetness there to meet him as she cries out his name, the release so sweet there are tears in her eyes as she presses her face against the sheets.
It's sweet relief. Utter ecstasy. She's so desperate for him that she does cry out at the insistent press of his tongue. It's impossible for her to stay still, hips pressing back against his mouth, chasing after the release that's so fucking close she could cry. Seconds blur and it's nothing but the sensation of his tongue on her clit and his fingers curled at her hips. The Madame is lost to him; whimpers, moans, and his name mixed in between create a chorus in time with the sound of him between her thighs. Gasping breaths and pleased groans. All of these things push her higher towards the ecstasy that's awaiting her. That familiar fluttering begins in her belly, building in the arches of her feet before suddenly flaring white hot and bright between her eyes, making her shudder.
She clenches around nother, a gush of wetness there to meet him as she cries out his name, the release so sweet there are tears in her eyes as she presses her face against the sheets.
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
