Hotaru
She still feels a fine tremble all through her body, but even when her joints feel like jelly she doesn't intend to leave Sunjata hanging. Even in the wake of her own orgasm the embers in her belly keep the fire in her veins, subsisting entirely off the vision he makes as he almost reaches that precipice and then has it taken from him. His kiss stokes it into a comfortable warmth that tingles down to her fingertips, and Ru wants to curse him for playing dirty in the smallest ways. But first, she has a mission. As he splays his legs and gives her the room to slide down into the water to position herself between them, Hotaru dips to nip at the swell of his closest thigh, eyes dark and kiss-red lips curled devilishly. "I'll just have to prove I can still give you all sorts of ideas even without speaking," she purrs, and leans forward to languidly drag the flat of her tongue from root to tip. Tasting herself on him in the most intimate way, making her groan softly, warm air caressing his cock.
Letting her lips plushly wrap around the tip, she tongues at the saltier taste there, hands coming around his hips to hold him in place and dig her nails into his hipbones at the same time. Intent on getting him off, yes, but the way she wants. She won't drag it on forever, but he won't be a needy brat if she has any say.
Letting her lips plushly wrap around the tip, she tongues at the saltier taste there, hands coming around his hips to hold him in place and dig her nails into his hipbones at the same time. Intent on getting him off, yes, but the way she wants. She won't drag it on forever, but he won't be a needy brat if she has any say.
Now you can quit, you can cave in
but just know you're not beyond saving
but just know you're not beyond saving
