Maeve
"Okay.. That's okay.." And it is. It really is and she doesn't mind at all. If anything it might help him to last a little longer because she doesn't want this to end anytime soon. So if that's what he wants then that is what he'll have. Maeve doesn't complain besides to whimper and whine for him as his lips attack her throat. He licks, sucks, and bites into her skin, claiming every inch that he can with his mouth. Maeve arches against him, pressing her heel into the small of his back to urge him closer as she feels the tip of his cock tease at her entrance. Her breath catches in anticipation, stuttering out of her as her head falls back to encourage him further.
Another moan rises in her throat as he growls against her throat, making her shiver before his teeth sinking into her skin makes her jerk. She's going to be bruised and sore tomorrow, but she doesn't care. Nothing matters outside of this. Outside of him. That only becomes more true when he buries himself to the hilt in one swift motion, her slick making it easy for him to sink into her. Maeve cries out, bottom lip catching between her teeth as she trembles against him. The stretch is almost too much. Her cunt clenches around him, gripping tightly as he attempts to pull back only to sink into her all over again.
Maeve lets him take her mouth, opening to him and giving back everything she can. She feeds him little whimpers and moans, trembling against him as he sets a slow pace. Maeve's thankful for the moment to adjust even if she relishes in the stretch and the way her body gives way to his, opening to let him in. Her fingers find the root of his wing, holding on to him tightly as she begins to rock her hips forward to meet his thrusts, "Fuck... Jata.. feel so good.." Maeve moans against his lips, voice already starting to ratchet up again with need as his own nails bite into his shoulder while his fingers paint bruises onto her thighs.
Another moan rises in her throat as he growls against her throat, making her shiver before his teeth sinking into her skin makes her jerk. She's going to be bruised and sore tomorrow, but she doesn't care. Nothing matters outside of this. Outside of him. That only becomes more true when he buries himself to the hilt in one swift motion, her slick making it easy for him to sink into her. Maeve cries out, bottom lip catching between her teeth as she trembles against him. The stretch is almost too much. Her cunt clenches around him, gripping tightly as he attempts to pull back only to sink into her all over again.
Maeve lets him take her mouth, opening to him and giving back everything she can. She feeds him little whimpers and moans, trembling against him as he sets a slow pace. Maeve's thankful for the moment to adjust even if she relishes in the stretch and the way her body gives way to his, opening to let him in. Her fingers find the root of his wing, holding on to him tightly as she begins to rock her hips forward to meet his thrusts, "Fuck... Jata.. feel so good.." Maeve moans against his lips, voice already starting to ratchet up again with need as his own nails bite into his shoulder while his fingers paint bruises onto her thighs.
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
