Maeve
His voice washes over her, warm and smooth like honey, curling around her spine to settle there as heat begins to build up in her belly again. Maeve grips lightly at his hip, brushing across the just of his hip as she lets him push into her mouth, sliding across her tongue. She hums at the salt of him spreading over her tongue and Maeve draws in a breath through her nose, letting it out slowly as he draws back again. Her hand is still wrapped loosely around the root of his cock, holding him steady as he thrusts shallowly back into her mouth. Maeve let's her jaw relax even as she keeps the seal of her lips tight around him.
His eyes don't leave her, locked on and drinking in the sight of her on his knees for him, his dick pushing into her mouth. She lets him set the pace for the time being. He thrusts almost shallowly into the wet heat she's giving him, but he doesn't let himself go. As if he's worried he'll hurt her. Maeve gives his hip a squeeze, scooting closer as her knees start to ache just slightly from the hard wood she's kneeling on, but Maeve doesn't let it deter her.
Except he isn't in charge here. This is her show. She promised him sweet torture and she's going to deliver on that. Maeve starts to pump her fist along his length, wrist twisting as her tongue presses to the underside of his cock as she sucks him down further. She's going to take him all. Even if he doesn't think she can. She will. She's going to take him to the stars. Maeve starts to bob her head, slowly at first, working her way further and further until her lips are pressing against the top of her fist.
His eyes don't leave her, locked on and drinking in the sight of her on his knees for him, his dick pushing into her mouth. She lets him set the pace for the time being. He thrusts almost shallowly into the wet heat she's giving him, but he doesn't let himself go. As if he's worried he'll hurt her. Maeve gives his hip a squeeze, scooting closer as her knees start to ache just slightly from the hard wood she's kneeling on, but Maeve doesn't let it deter her.
Except he isn't in charge here. This is her show. She promised him sweet torture and she's going to deliver on that. Maeve starts to pump her fist along his length, wrist twisting as her tongue presses to the underside of his cock as she sucks him down further. She's going to take him all. Even if he doesn't think she can. She will. She's going to take him to the stars. Maeve starts to bob her head, slowly at first, working her way further and further until her lips are pressing against the top of her fist.
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
