Maeve
Her eyes flutter shut as she loses herself in the motion of this. He shudders and groans above her, claws biting into the wood of his desk. Maeve vaguely wonders how many times he's done this in his office. Where does she fall on his list of lovers? Not that it matters because she's here now. She's the one taking care of him. She's helping him through this. Her. That does something for her, making her preen and burn for him all at once.
She lets him take from her. However he wants her. Maeve relaxes her jaw and her throat when he pushes back into her waiting mouth. Her throat flutters around him, inviting him deeper as she swallows around the tip of his cock. Maeve huffs out quick breaths, nose almost pressing against his groin before he pulls back only to push back in. It isn't until her jaw starts to ache and he starts to tremble that she draws back, a string of spit connecting her lower lip to his length as she takes a deep breath. Her lips are swollen from his abuse, the lipstick she was wearing earlier smeared and wiped away from her lips.
Maeve doesn't stop touching him. Even as she takes a moment to breathe. Her hand continues to slowly pump along the length of his cock, the way made easier thanks to the slick provide from her mouth. "Don't have to be so quiet in here, beastie... Can tell me what you want." Maeve purrs, voice a little rougher from having him down her throat, but that doesn't keep her from licking at the tip of his cock as she waits for his reply.
She lets him take from her. However he wants her. Maeve relaxes her jaw and her throat when he pushes back into her waiting mouth. Her throat flutters around him, inviting him deeper as she swallows around the tip of his cock. Maeve huffs out quick breaths, nose almost pressing against his groin before he pulls back only to push back in. It isn't until her jaw starts to ache and he starts to tremble that she draws back, a string of spit connecting her lower lip to his length as she takes a deep breath. Her lips are swollen from his abuse, the lipstick she was wearing earlier smeared and wiped away from her lips.
Maeve doesn't stop touching him. Even as she takes a moment to breathe. Her hand continues to slowly pump along the length of his cock, the way made easier thanks to the slick provide from her mouth. "Don't have to be so quiet in here, beastie... Can tell me what you want." Maeve purrs, voice a little rougher from having him down her throat, but that doesn't keep her from licking at the tip of his cock as she waits for his reply.
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
