Maeve
The smirk that curls on her lover's lips is devilish in the delight it takes from pulling that sweet request from her. Maeve offers her a faint smile, looking at her from beneath her lashes as she waits for Hotaru to finally move. She isn't disappointed as her tongue presses against her finally, licking a heated path all the way up to her swollen clit that's already so needy for attention. The moan she pulls from between her lips is loud and desperate, mixing with the crackling of the fire as it hisses and pops with the twitching of her hips. Never one to be shy, Maeve doesn't stop herself from rocking up against Hotaru's tongue, thighs already tensing around her head as the muscles in her belly clench.
It's the moan against her swollen clit that has her arching, eyes squeezing shut as her lips part in a cry, growing wetter with each flick of her tongue. If she wasn't so desperate for the woman between her thighs she might have been embarrassed, but she can't find it in herself to be as her fingers slip into golden hair, tightening there in an attempt to draw her closer. Each touch, lick, and suckle adds to the heat swirling in her belly, burning her up from the inside out and Maeve knows that she could fall apart just from this. That even if she did, Ru would keep going, not satisfied with only one orgasm. No, the queen had promised to spoil her and Maeve had no intentions of denying her that pleasure. Nor herself for that matter.
"Fuck.. S'il vous plaît.. plus..." The words slip off of her tongue, coloring the air as her back arches from the pelt in a graceful curve as her thighs tighten and tremble, the walls of her cunt fluttering around Ru's tongue as it presses into her over and over again. Somehow too much and not enough all at once.
It's the moan against her swollen clit that has her arching, eyes squeezing shut as her lips part in a cry, growing wetter with each flick of her tongue. If she wasn't so desperate for the woman between her thighs she might have been embarrassed, but she can't find it in herself to be as her fingers slip into golden hair, tightening there in an attempt to draw her closer. Each touch, lick, and suckle adds to the heat swirling in her belly, burning her up from the inside out and Maeve knows that she could fall apart just from this. That even if she did, Ru would keep going, not satisfied with only one orgasm. No, the queen had promised to spoil her and Maeve had no intentions of denying her that pleasure. Nor herself for that matter.
"Fuck.. S'il vous plaît.. plus..." The words slip off of her tongue, coloring the air as her back arches from the pelt in a graceful curve as her thighs tighten and tremble, the walls of her cunt fluttering around Ru's tongue as it presses into her over and over again. Somehow too much and not enough all at once.
Babe, there's something wretched about this
Something so precious about this
Oh what a sin
Something so precious about this
Oh what a sin
