LOCKE
She's not the only one. He can barely hear her, the sound muffled by the soft thighs pressed against his head. He hums lightly both so she knows he heard her and because it probably feels good, right? He kind of wonders if he should've shaved before this. Then again, she might like it. He's always been a fan of beards himself. She takes his hand, placing it on her hip and he delights in the small amount of extra touch she's given him. He doesn't dare move his hand but he does dig his fingers in. The light bruising on her hips is one of his favorite calling cards.
Look, let's be honest here, Locke is a big fan of oral. Just in general. To say he's got a little bit of an oral fixation would be an understatement. He almost thinks he can get off just like this which is both a new and frightening realization. He angles his head a bit more, focusing on her clit for the time being. He's going to have to work her up faster if he has any hopes of winning this.
Look, let's be honest here, Locke is a big fan of oral. Just in general. To say he's got a little bit of an oral fixation would be an understatement. He almost thinks he can get off just like this which is both a new and frightening realization. He angles his head a bit more, focusing on her clit for the time being. He's going to have to work her up faster if he has any hopes of winning this.
Why follow me to higher ground?
Lost as you swear I am?
Lost as you swear I am?
