[SEASONAL EVENT] A Palmer for Long Night

That he was good at following direction and her own inexperience would serve to be Phoebe's undoing in the best of ways. As he pieced together the where and the how of eating her out - which in her pleasure addled stupor she was too distracted to wonder as to why it was so complicated to figure out - her hands in his hair less directed him and more served to keep him there. Not particularly forcefully of course, even experiencing something so new Phoebe remained a rather gentle creature. She wasn't the sort of shove his head down on her in demand for what she wanted...though the thought that he might to her momentarily intensified what she felt making her moan loudly. And then he acted on his idea, and she gasped, body tensing at the sudden addition in his minstrations. It was too much at once, she too inexperienced, too easy to surprise and overwhelm. There were no little reprieves as he paused to breathe every now and then, his finger pumping inside her maintaining the building tension she felt in her core. She had no point of reference for what he was sending her towards, full speed ahead, without mercy. Only moments before did her brain suddenly realize what was about to happen and by then she was too far gone to do more than grip the sheets on either side of her. "E-emm-!" she started to moan his name, trailing off incoherently as the pleasure of her orgasm came crashing down. Her eyes rolled back, hips bucked and body tensed as it shuddered, the noise she made something of a cross between a moan and quiet scream. As quickly as the sensation overwhelmed her, it dissipated. Phoebe lay there, gasping for air, her limbs trembling lightly in the afterglow of her climax. Phoebe Be gentle to all and stern with yourself