Morgan
You don't leave
But you tell me with your eyes what you need
Neron knew how to please her by now; he'd certainly spent his fair share of time between her legs and that experience had benefited his tongue. By the time his hands were on her legs they would feel her shaking, having to lean over and rest herself with an arm above his head as the building waves of pleasure became too great to focus through. Hopefully he would forgive her a brief recompense from the persona of the dominating woman as she moaned and moved over his face in the depths of her climax.
"Ah-!" Morgan cried as her thighs closed in around his face and she tipped her head back, feeling the sensation out for as long as she pleased; partly because it was delicious, every part of her light and free...but also because the longer she partook in her own orgasm, the longer Neron didn't get to have his.
Eventually she slowly pulled away, laughing as she saw his face and running a thumb along his bottom lip. "Now, you might have earned yourself a reward. Why don't you tell me-" Morgan lowered herself backwards, straddling Neron so that her hips just hovered over his. "-What you'd like?"
"Ah-!" Morgan cried as her thighs closed in around his face and she tipped her head back, feeling the sensation out for as long as she pleased; partly because it was delicious, every part of her light and free...but also because the longer she partook in her own orgasm, the longer Neron didn't get to have his.
Eventually she slowly pulled away, laughing as she saw his face and running a thumb along his bottom lip. "Now, you might have earned yourself a reward. Why don't you tell me-" Morgan lowered herself backwards, straddling Neron so that her hips just hovered over his. "-What you'd like?"
Oh, please
Do you think that I don't know what it means?
