Maeve
His shirt joins the pile of clothes growing on the floor just in time for his wings to appear, flaring out behind him and with the way the moon halos his head through the window, Maeve thinks he looks like some kind of arch Fae she read about in her stories. Here she is kneeling at his feet, ready to worship him for simply existing, for choosing to take care of her.
She's enraptured, watching as his wings flare and his breath hitches with her touch, fingers teasing a trail along the underside of his cock. Maeve loosely grips him, pumping slowly, thumb brushing across his tip to smear the precum there across it until it's shiny for her. The claws disappear as he cups her cheek, still mindful about hurting her even as he lords over her, almost gently brushing his thumb across her bottom lip. Maeve parts her lips, tongue sneaking out to press against the pad of his thumb, drawing it into the heat of her mouth with a hum. Her tongue swirls around it, a taste of what she plans to do with his cock, eyes blazing as he utters the words that make her cunt clench.
Maeve releases his thumb with a wet pop, allowing him to guide her forward with his hand on her jaw and his wings at her back, lips parting over the tip of his length. She's warm in the loose embrace of his wings, shielded from the outside world as she bobs her head slowly, allowing him to slip across her tongue. The hand on his cock wrapping around the base to keep him stead as her free hand slips between her own legs, fingers finding and teasing her clit lightly, making her moan as she takes him deeper.
She's enraptured, watching as his wings flare and his breath hitches with her touch, fingers teasing a trail along the underside of his cock. Maeve loosely grips him, pumping slowly, thumb brushing across his tip to smear the precum there across it until it's shiny for her. The claws disappear as he cups her cheek, still mindful about hurting her even as he lords over her, almost gently brushing his thumb across her bottom lip. Maeve parts her lips, tongue sneaking out to press against the pad of his thumb, drawing it into the heat of her mouth with a hum. Her tongue swirls around it, a taste of what she plans to do with his cock, eyes blazing as he utters the words that make her cunt clench.
Maeve releases his thumb with a wet pop, allowing him to guide her forward with his hand on her jaw and his wings at her back, lips parting over the tip of his length. She's warm in the loose embrace of his wings, shielded from the outside world as she bobs her head slowly, allowing him to slip across her tongue. The hand on his cock wrapping around the base to keep him stead as her free hand slips between her own legs, fingers finding and teasing her clit lightly, making her moan as she takes him deeper.
NO ONE WANTS YOU WHEN YOU HAVE NO HEART
AND I’M SITTING PRETTY IN MY BRAND NEW SCARS
AND I’M SITTING PRETTY IN MY BRAND NEW SCARS
