Maeve
He wasn't supposed to touch her anywhere else that would help get her off, but his hand slips over her belly up to her breast. It's gentle the way he cups her tit, thumb barely brushing over her nipple, but teasing it into a sensitive point. Her breath leaves her in a rush, shuddering as pleasure courses through her veins in a rush of heat, making her thighs tighten around his head. "Juste comme ça. Continuez, favori. Putain... Ta langue devrait être un péché." Maeve pants, fingers tightening in his hair as her hips work more frantically against his tongue, chasing that impending release.
The way he jerks when she touches him has a smirk curling on her lips and she moans quietly. If she were to just trail her hand over to his cock she could likely make him cum in just a few touches. He's clearly just ad desperate for her as she is for him. The tell tale flutter starts in her belly as he pulls her more tightly against his mouth, but she can't let him win. Not that it really matters. Maeve shifts, fingers trailing across his cock before wrapping around the length of him, setting a quick rhythm that matches the movement of her hips.
The way he jerks when she touches him has a smirk curling on her lips and she moans quietly. If she were to just trail her hand over to his cock she could likely make him cum in just a few touches. He's clearly just ad desperate for her as she is for him. The tell tale flutter starts in her belly as he pulls her more tightly against his mouth, but she can't let him win. Not that it really matters. Maeve shifts, fingers trailing across his cock before wrapping around the length of him, setting a quick rhythm that matches the movement of her hips.
And I was catching my breath
Staring out an open window
catching my death
Staring out an open window
catching my death
