show me how it ends, it's alright
Neron is focused on his task up until the point where she starts to touch him again, at which point his pleasure comes humming up through his throat against against her, his hips lifting a fraction as if to chase a sensation that is far too light and does not last nearly long enough. It's true that anyone else would likely have suffocated by now, but not the Launceleyn; his hands join his tongue in trying to tease her towards her climax, drifting over her thighs and her hips while his tongue plunges deep into her folds.
A little more can mean a lot when it's such a delicate dance, and he's ashamed to say that perhaps he goes overboard and into a lot more. Such is the high he is chasing, every flick of his tongue and press of his fingers begging her to touch him again. Even a little is too much at this point.
A little more can mean a lot when it's such a delicate dance, and he's ashamed to say that perhaps he goes overboard and into a lot more. Such is the high he is chasing, every flick of his tongue and press of his fingers begging her to touch him again. Even a little is too much at this point.
Neron
