Edy's chin lifted, giving her counterpart all the access he might want, however temporary she hoped it was. Lingering kisses on necks and shoulders were one thing, but darling when you'd already fixed her sights on dessert waiting for your appetizer seemed such a waist of time. Still, there is something to be said about anticipation, and as Ezra meanders from a tit to a hip (clit and dick both being four-letter words and so she hopes he'll make the linguistic upgrade soon), Edy watched with feral and dark eyes wondering if he really will be all talk, or if—
—and then like a magician making something disappear (both her dick and her breath), Edy sucked in a happy moan, one hand rising to the nipple with Ezra's spit still lingering around it, giving it a firm tweak. "Mmmmmmm" She moans loudly and almost competitively, more than happy for the others in the room to turn around and see just what they're missing out on. Not that Edy wants to switch her dance card; she'd fucking delighted with where she'd ended up.
But, insatiable as always, the fire in Edy's belly and brewing in her balls demands more more more. Raising a long leg and draping it over Ezra's shoulder, Edy tightens her muscles to draw him in even as her hips sway backwards. Tangling a hand into his hair and pulling back to draw his eyes up, Edy grins devilishly down at the freckled-man with his lips over her cock, realizing something for the first time: Edy had wanted this appendage to please others, but holy fuck if this wasn't a new sort of sexual plateau that she'd reached.
"Hope you can hold your breath." She said, eyes smoldering as her fingers grabbed a patch of hair just as her heel dug into his back, all with the intention of driving him forwards so she could fuck that oh-so pretty mouth of his.
—and then like a magician making something disappear (both her dick and her breath), Edy sucked in a happy moan, one hand rising to the nipple with Ezra's spit still lingering around it, giving it a firm tweak. "Mmmmmmm" She moans loudly and almost competitively, more than happy for the others in the room to turn around and see just what they're missing out on. Not that Edy wants to switch her dance card; she'd fucking delighted with where she'd ended up.
But, insatiable as always, the fire in Edy's belly and brewing in her balls demands more more more. Raising a long leg and draping it over Ezra's shoulder, Edy tightens her muscles to draw him in even as her hips sway backwards. Tangling a hand into his hair and pulling back to draw his eyes up, Edy grins devilishly down at the freckled-man with his lips over her cock, realizing something for the first time: Edy had wanted this appendage to please others, but holy fuck if this wasn't a new sort of sexual plateau that she'd reached.
"Hope you can hold your breath." She said, eyes smoldering as her fingers grabbed a patch of hair just as her heel dug into his back, all with the intention of driving him forwards so she could fuck that oh-so pretty mouth of his.
will you hold me like we're running a yellow light?
Artwork by Smithers!
