Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
She understood that smoldering look he gave her. Knew the dual desire of lingering in the pleasure and finding release. She could keep going, could speed up the pace and drive him over the edge - could feel him stiffen under her lips, against her tongue and shuddered just from the memory of what that felt like when he was inside her - but... what was the hurry? If he wanted this to last, she would oblige. Getting tired of my own words
Taking all that she could fit of his length into her mouth, Maea stilled, no longer following the rhythm. A low moan from her throat sent subtle vibrations to her lips; and when she pulled back it was with a slow, lingering drag of her tongue that stopped only when the tip of his cock was all that remained inside her mouth. Keeping her eyes trained on his face, her expression was a picture of contradictions; adoration and wicked glee and simmering lust tempered by calculation, all focused on Liam, waiting for the exact moment where his composure began to crumble. Then she sucked him back inside, still slow, insistent, like a challenge to see how long he could actually last. She could do this all day...
Sing to me, cause I can't hear myself
through the loudness of my own hurts
through the loudness of my own hurts
base inspired by Odd <3
