Maeve
His chuckle vibrates through her, humming against her clit, causing her thighs to tremble and clench around his head. Maeve doesn't want him to stop. If he stops she might cry. Actually cry. The tips of his fingers press into her thighs hard enough to leave bruises as his tongue works across the slick lips of her cunt, gathering every drip into his mouth, drinking it all down greedily.
It isn't until he presses two fingers into her channel that she sees stars, clenching around them as her back arches, eyes squeezing shut as she cries out softly. She's so close already and he gives her a task that she can't refuse. It's so easy. Such a simple request. All she has to do is fall apart for him and she's so close to doing that already. The muscles in her belly tighten and flutter, jumping as she squirms, attempting to fuck herself onto his fingers in a vain chase towards her release. He doesn't deny her. He presses his fingers into her, keeping up the attention on her clit, spreading fire through her veins. Maeve moans, broken little things that push past her lips and end in whimpers, sweat gathering on her skin as the heat builds around them.
She doesn't know how long it takes her, but it feels like only seconds before she's falling apart, nearly sobbing with her release. Cunt fluttering and clenching around his fingers, drawing them in deeper as her thighs tremble, shaking with the surge of her release. There is a gush of slick to meet him as her chest heaves, fingers finally easing their grip in his hand and on his shoulder, eyes shut as she tries to catch her breath.
It isn't until he presses two fingers into her channel that she sees stars, clenching around them as her back arches, eyes squeezing shut as she cries out softly. She's so close already and he gives her a task that she can't refuse. It's so easy. Such a simple request. All she has to do is fall apart for him and she's so close to doing that already. The muscles in her belly tighten and flutter, jumping as she squirms, attempting to fuck herself onto his fingers in a vain chase towards her release. He doesn't deny her. He presses his fingers into her, keeping up the attention on her clit, spreading fire through her veins. Maeve moans, broken little things that push past her lips and end in whimpers, sweat gathering on her skin as the heat builds around them.
She doesn't know how long it takes her, but it feels like only seconds before she's falling apart, nearly sobbing with her release. Cunt fluttering and clenching around his fingers, drawing them in deeper as her thighs tremble, shaking with the surge of her release. There is a gush of slick to meet him as her chest heaves, fingers finally easing their grip in his hand and on his shoulder, eyes shut as she tries to catch her breath.
But I don't like a gold rush, gold rush
I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush
I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush
