Hotaru
The breath he takes is echoed by her own as his calloused fingers reach her breast, teasing and plucking at her sensitive nipple until she begins to squirm just a little beneath the touch. Words mean nothing when her prize is so close, when they're chased away by the heat of his mouth and the confident touch of his tongue against the seam of her lips. There's no hesitation before she parts them, inviting him in as he thoroughly distracts her. Attention only partially given to the way he uses his magic to deliver them back to the shallows. His mouth - and the hardness in her hand that she cups before boldly dipping her fingers into his shorts to stroke the sensitive glands at the head teasingly - is more than sufficient a distraction.
The small bite of pain of his teeth on her lip makes her moan softly, eyes fluttering open to reveal darkened shades of green and silver. Slipping her hand further into his shorts she gently grasps his length, pumping slowly and feeling the warm flesh against her palm. Determined to keep equal amounts of pleasure between them. Her remaining hand continues to hold its grip in his hair, alternating between pressure and carding through the wet locks, pressing herself up against Loren's body as they explore one another without care or reservation.
The small bite of pain of his teeth on her lip makes her moan softly, eyes fluttering open to reveal darkened shades of green and silver. Slipping her hand further into his shorts she gently grasps his length, pumping slowly and feeling the warm flesh against her palm. Determined to keep equal amounts of pleasure between them. Her remaining hand continues to hold its grip in his hair, alternating between pressure and carding through the wet locks, pressing herself up against Loren's body as they explore one another without care or reservation.
You can touch me with slow hands
Speed it up, baby, make me sweat
Speed it up, baby, make me sweat
