Maeve
The growl does more for her than she wants to admit, but he already knows it. He can feel it. The thrill it sends through her and the moan she gives him in response as her body strains. She's so close. So fucking close. He doesn't stop and she's never been more thankful to have someone like him between her legs. So dedicated to the cause. As if her orgasm is the one thing he craves more than anything. Maeve rocks her hips as much as she's able to towards his mouth even though the way he's gripping her doesn't leave much room for movement.
His command runs through her and the tightening in her belly gives away just how close she is to falling over that edge for him. Her back arches, drawing taut like the string of a bow waiting to be released. Maeve almost wails with her release, feeling that all over heat that rolls through her, causing her thighs to tremble around his head as they reflexively tighten. There is a hot gush of slick to meet his tongue and her fingers tighten before relaxing her hold on him with a sigh as she slumps back against rug, "Good boy.." Maeve hums, a smile tugging on her lips at the praise she gives him.
His command runs through her and the tightening in her belly gives away just how close she is to falling over that edge for him. Her back arches, drawing taut like the string of a bow waiting to be released. Maeve almost wails with her release, feeling that all over heat that rolls through her, causing her thighs to tremble around his head as they reflexively tighten. There is a hot gush of slick to meet his tongue and her fingers tighten before relaxing her hold on him with a sigh as she slumps back against rug, "Good boy.." Maeve hums, a smile tugging on her lips at the praise she gives him.
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
