softness has garnered me nothing but misery
It's the best kind of waiting game, and as he spills into her mouth she swallows every drop without care or complaint. The taste doesn't matter, not when she's so focused on watching him come undone so beautifully, arching and holding each muscle contorted into place before releasing all at once into boneless relaxation. She pulls off before he can become too tender, cleaning him with a quick kittenish glance of her tongue that retreats into her smirking mouth. It softens as his hands cradle her face, immediately tender in his aftermath, and it helps temper the burn of arousal in her belly.
Hotaru goes easily as he pulls her forward and up into his lap, panties a total loss with how soaked through they are. She's careful to give him room, to not rub or grind while he still recovers, and the shock of air against the wet fabric has her gasping quietly. "Feel torn apart yet?" she teases in her husky voice, abused lips framing grinning teeth as she pulls his prior words back to the fore.
Hotaru goes easily as he pulls her forward and up into his lap, panties a total loss with how soaked through they are. She's careful to give him room, to not rub or grind while he still recovers, and the shock of air against the wet fabric has her gasping quietly. "Feel torn apart yet?" she teases in her husky voice, abused lips framing grinning teeth as she pulls his prior words back to the fore.
