[She could drag this out. She could pull her lips away and return to soft kisses. Drag her lips over him, mouth at his sack and do everything but bring him to climax. Another night she'd be tempted to give his cock the worship it deserves even at the cost of his patience.
But she has little of her own and rather thinks after everything that's happened he deserves to have this without teasing or torment. He's close, or at least close enough that she knows she can get him there. Groaning, she sucks at him with just the right amount of pressure to give him resistance but not too much in the soft, wet space of her mouth. Her lips slide up and down his shaft with ease as her hand works him at the same time.
Eyes opening once more, she uses her other hand to grips his thigh, and the look she gives him couldn't be more clear. She wants him, and she wants this, and she's not going to stop until he's found his release just as they are now.]
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But she has little of her own and rather thinks after everything that's happened he deserves to have this without teasing or torment. He's close, or at least close enough that she knows she can get him there. Groaning, she sucks at him with just the right amount of pressure to give him resistance but not too much in the soft, wet space of her mouth. Her lips slide up and down his shaft with ease as her hand works him at the same time.
Eyes opening once more, she uses her other hand to grips his thigh, and the look she gives him couldn't be more clear. She wants him, and she wants this, and she's not going to stop until he's found his release just as they are now.]