please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere
"Yes, but..." Tobi flashes the Spyglass a heat-filled smile. "I really like making you feel good." She whispers, and the words alone are enough to send a fresh rush of heat rolling out from between her thighs.
Unable to remember a time when she's seen Finn like this, stuttering on the threshold of something that wasn't trauma or pain, Tobi is once again nearly swept away by the desire to forego foreplay and simply have and be had in return. So, taking in a slow and steadying breath, Tobi slips her fingers against Finn's skin to encourage his hips upward so that she could slide away his pants and underwear in one easy movement. Between his legs, his erection partially blocking her view of him, Tobi is not versed in the sorts of coquettish actions that Finn might be used to. She does not pout around the base of his cock, doesn't have the forethought to squeeze her breasts together by narrowing her shoulders or to try and smoulder up at him. Instead, she simply smiles, a genuine and radiant thing that rounds her cheeks and makes her dark eyes shine in the lowlight.
"You can finish this way, if you want." She offers demurely, because after all the sex Finn has had in his life, Tobi isn't unaware that in this game of red light, green light, this might be where Finn's road ends. Reaching out to grasp the base of him, wanting the sensations he feels to come from her tongue and lips rather than the placement of her fingers (for now), Tobi leans forward to slowly roll her tongue against the head of his cock.
Unable to remember a time when she's seen Finn like this, stuttering on the threshold of something that wasn't trauma or pain, Tobi is once again nearly swept away by the desire to forego foreplay and simply have and be had in return. So, taking in a slow and steadying breath, Tobi slips her fingers against Finn's skin to encourage his hips upward so that she could slide away his pants and underwear in one easy movement. Between his legs, his erection partially blocking her view of him, Tobi is not versed in the sorts of coquettish actions that Finn might be used to. She does not pout around the base of his cock, doesn't have the forethought to squeeze her breasts together by narrowing her shoulders or to try and smoulder up at him. Instead, she simply smiles, a genuine and radiant thing that rounds her cheeks and makes her dark eyes shine in the lowlight.
"You can finish this way, if you want." She offers demurely, because after all the sex Finn has had in his life, Tobi isn't unaware that in this game of red light, green light, this might be where Finn's road ends. Reaching out to grasp the base of him, wanting the sensations he feels to come from her tongue and lips rather than the placement of her fingers (for now), Tobi leans forward to slowly roll her tongue against the head of his cock.
October
