softness has garnered me nothing but misery
If Hotaru has any say in this, whatever attempt at a poker face Sunjata tries to keep will be shattered before she even fully rewards him. She can lay here all night spoiling him with her attention. It’s addictive, the sharp taste of pre on her tongue, the heat of his thighs at her sides and the hand in her hair. So warm and comfortable, and with his reactions to spur her on, Hotaru would be happy to lay here for hours.
If he can last.
His eyes on her bring her gaze back up to his as she slowly sinks just a little deeper. No further than the flat length of her tongue, still keeping her leisurely pace. The tugging on her hair makes her shudder, then she narrows her eyes and intentionally moans, letting the vibrations travel through her tongue and lips where they wrap around his cock. His distraction is valiant, but she hopes hers will be better. And if not...
The hand that touches her arm is what she focuses on instead. Pulling her mouth free only to snatch his wrist and pin it against his own thigh. One hand down, even if she knows he is far stronger than her. Hotaru smirks at him, flexing her hand around his wrist as she tugs against the grip on her hair to lean forward, exhaling as she takes his cock to the root all at once. She’s a little out of practice, relaxing her throat is a conscious effort, but she doesn’t linger long. Instead pulling back with a slow suck that ends with another lave of her tongue around the sensitive seam of the head. Panting softly over the wet skin and staring challengingly up at him with a cocked eyebrow and a slowly burgeoning smirk. She’s only just beginning.
If he can last.
His eyes on her bring her gaze back up to his as she slowly sinks just a little deeper. No further than the flat length of her tongue, still keeping her leisurely pace. The tugging on her hair makes her shudder, then she narrows her eyes and intentionally moans, letting the vibrations travel through her tongue and lips where they wrap around his cock. His distraction is valiant, but she hopes hers will be better. And if not...
The hand that touches her arm is what she focuses on instead. Pulling her mouth free only to snatch his wrist and pin it against his own thigh. One hand down, even if she knows he is far stronger than her. Hotaru smirks at him, flexing her hand around his wrist as she tugs against the grip on her hair to lean forward, exhaling as she takes his cock to the root all at once. She’s a little out of practice, relaxing her throat is a conscious effort, but she doesn’t linger long. Instead pulling back with a slow suck that ends with another lave of her tongue around the sensitive seam of the head. Panting softly over the wet skin and staring challengingly up at him with a cocked eyebrow and a slowly burgeoning smirk. She’s only just beginning.
