Maeve
She's being cruel. Utterly cruel. He makes it so easy with the way he gives in to her and she just can't help playing a little bit. Maeve keeps her eyes trained on him, watching as he struggles to do what she asks. As he tries desperately to find words, but can't think past the sensation of his cock in her mouth. Not that she blames him. It would be hard for anyone. Maeve hums softly, the vibrations running up his length as his nails dig lightly into the skin of her throat. His thumb brushes across her cheek and she's not sure if it's encouragement or a silent plea to keep going. Except he's talking and she has to answer him. It's only fair. Especially when he makes his wants so clearly known and compliments her in the process. Maeve swirls her tongue around the tip of his cock one more time before she's drawing her mouth off of him again.
The hand that's on his hip runs down his thigh, squeezing gently as they tense and flex on either side of her. She shushes him gently, a sweet smile curling on her lips, "And you will, beastie. I already told you how things are going to go. You're going to finish in my mouth and after you've had a moment to recover you can fuck me." Maeve coos, pumping her hand along his length lightly to keep him at that edge, but not letting him fall over it just yet. She bends, pressing a kiss to his inner thigh before sucking a mark there to match the one he left on her.
Finally the Madame decides to have mercy on him. Her mouth finds his length again and she swallows him down to the root in one go before setting a lazy rhythm. A gentle up and down of her head while her hands run over his thighs, occasionally squeezing or brushing her thumbs over his skin in a way meant to soothe. She doesn't stop until he finally falls apart for her.
The hand that's on his hip runs down his thigh, squeezing gently as they tense and flex on either side of her. She shushes him gently, a sweet smile curling on her lips, "And you will, beastie. I already told you how things are going to go. You're going to finish in my mouth and after you've had a moment to recover you can fuck me." Maeve coos, pumping her hand along his length lightly to keep him at that edge, but not letting him fall over it just yet. She bends, pressing a kiss to his inner thigh before sucking a mark there to match the one he left on her.
Finally the Madame decides to have mercy on him. Her mouth finds his length again and she swallows him down to the root in one go before setting a lazy rhythm. A gentle up and down of her head while her hands run over his thighs, occasionally squeezing or brushing her thumbs over his skin in a way meant to soothe. She doesn't stop until he finally falls apart for her.
I admit that I'm a little messed up
but I can hide it when I'm all dressed up
but I can hide it when I'm all dressed up
