"Taking"? [ She scoffs, amusement and disbelief caught up in it. ] Yeah, okay. Good luck with that, Dudedge.
[ His taut thigh gets a sharp pinch, then she blows raspberry. ] What's there to fight? You're losing even if you don't cum!
[ See? Cheater. Really, the only goal here is to somehow find a way to annoy him with pleasure. It's some twisted form of revenge for his murder by proxy, a weird sort of improvised game. Fitting. She's never been one who likes to remain tied to one genre.
But boy oh boy, that cock is definitely blocking out some sun. Once she's settled between his legs, good and comfortable thanks to him making plenty of room for her, she's gone back to locking her eyes on the pinnacle of dickdom looming before her. Is it only her dying brain's imagination, or is Mr. Super Nine now a Mr. Super Holy Fuck? No, no way. He can't somehow get bigger...
Never mind it. She leans in, fingers pressing into skin while she braces herself. If he was hoping for plump breastage to be pillowing his cock, it's happening already, an unintentional tease while she mulls over her plan of attack. Her tongue runs across her tender lips, licking up her share of his remaining saliva there. Her heart beats quicker. Once again, she gets to taste him the way no one else can, as she's delusioned herself to believe. He wants only her. He needs only her. How else will she remain happy?
He needs to be hers forever, no matter if it's in life or what follows it.
Nails scrape across his heated skin, soon reaching their ultimate target. One hand wraps around him, then the other, and immediately it seems like she's done nothing to capture his length. At best, she's only holding a third of him. Maybe half? If she were a different kind of girl, very mindful, very demure, she'd probably be intimidated and rethink her insanity.
Ha.
Her mouth is on him with a hungry grunt, tongue eager and wild, desperate to drink in whatever taste of him has leaked out of his lower head. That appetizer is quickly gobbled up, however, and she's scrambling for the main course. Already, she's rushing to take him further, aiming to get him deep into her throat.
Suddenly, she yanks her head back, swallowing down a gag and coughing. She stares at his upper head and into his eyes, panting heavily, spit leaking out of the corner of her mouth. ]
Wh-What the hell did you do? Did you work out your dick, too?!
[ She should not be gagging so soon! She knows that trouser snake like the back of her hand! He's...cheating! ]
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[ His taut thigh gets a sharp pinch, then she blows raspberry. ] What's there to fight? You're losing even if you don't cum!
[ See? Cheater. Really, the only goal here is to somehow find a way to annoy him with pleasure. It's some twisted form of revenge for his murder by proxy, a weird sort of improvised game. Fitting. She's never been one who likes to remain tied to one genre.
But boy oh boy, that cock is definitely blocking out some sun. Once she's settled between his legs, good and comfortable thanks to him making plenty of room for her, she's gone back to locking her eyes on the pinnacle of dickdom looming before her. Is it only her dying brain's imagination, or is Mr. Super Nine now a Mr. Super Holy Fuck? No, no way. He can't somehow get bigger...
Never mind it. She leans in, fingers pressing into skin while she braces herself. If he was hoping for plump breastage to be pillowing his cock, it's happening already, an unintentional tease while she mulls over her plan of attack. Her tongue runs across her tender lips, licking up her share of his remaining saliva there. Her heart beats quicker. Once again, she gets to taste him the way no one else can, as she's delusioned herself to believe. He wants only her. He needs only her. How else will she remain happy?
He needs to be hers forever, no matter if it's in life or what follows it.
Nails scrape across his heated skin, soon reaching their ultimate target. One hand wraps around him, then the other, and immediately it seems like she's done nothing to capture his length. At best, she's only holding a third of him. Maybe half? If she were a different kind of girl, very mindful, very demure, she'd probably be intimidated and rethink her insanity.
Ha.
Her mouth is on him with a hungry grunt, tongue eager and wild, desperate to drink in whatever taste of him has leaked out of his lower head. That appetizer is quickly gobbled up, however, and she's scrambling for the main course. Already, she's rushing to take him further, aiming to get him deep into her throat.
Suddenly, she yanks her head back, swallowing down a gag and coughing. She stares at his upper head and into his eyes, panting heavily, spit leaking out of the corner of her mouth. ]
Wh-What the hell did you do? Did you work out your dick, too?!
[ She should not be gagging so soon! She knows that trouser snake like the back of her hand! He's...cheating! ]