Maeve
The pearls strain against her throat, drawn taut with the claw that hooks there, threatening to snap the delicate strand in two. Maeve flicks her eyes up to him, watching the shudder wrack through his body and his thighs tense on either side of her. Her free hand comes up to his hip, gripping gently and letting her thumb rub soothing circles against the jut of his bone there. He's so worked up already. So desperate beneath her as she swirls her tongue around the tip of his cock, letting it dip to collect the beading of precum there. Maeve hums, pressing her lips to the head as if she's simply kissing his lips instead of his dick. "Oh I know you won't, beastie..."
Her hand keeps up that slow pace with her hand, up and down along his shaft before she finally lets him slip over her tongue, into the heat of her waiting mouth. Her tongue presses to the underside of his length, starting to swallow him down slowly. Only letting him slip a couple of inches into the wet heat of her mouth before she draws back to start all over again. Maeve does this once, twice, three times before she lets her mouth slip off of him with a soft pop. Her hand picks up the pace, thumb coming up to swipe over the spit slicked tip as she grins up at him.
Her hand keeps up that slow pace with her hand, up and down along his shaft before she finally lets him slip over her tongue, into the heat of her waiting mouth. Her tongue presses to the underside of his length, starting to swallow him down slowly. Only letting him slip a couple of inches into the wet heat of her mouth before she draws back to start all over again. Maeve does this once, twice, three times before she lets her mouth slip off of him with a soft pop. Her hand picks up the pace, thumb coming up to swipe over the spit slicked tip as she grins up at him.
I admit that I'm a little messed up
but I can hide it when I'm all dressed up
but I can hide it when I'm all dressed up
