[ Maomao hums, eyes fluttering nearly closed as his mouth moves lower. Her free hand travels up into his hair, fingers tangling with the short strands. He's certain to feel her nails lightly flexing against his scalp.
At least, that is, until she pulls back to grab that bottle of lube. ]
Why ever would you think that? [ There's almost something of a teasing tone in her voice and the barest hint of a grin on her lips.
She wouldn't mind too much if he decided to get rough, she has a high tolerance to pain as is. Once his hand is out of the way, her hand takes its place and she resumes stroking him. ]
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At least, that is, until she pulls back to grab that bottle of lube. ]
Why ever would you think that? [ There's almost something of a teasing tone in her voice and the barest hint of a grin on her lips.
She wouldn't mind too much if he decided to get rough, she has a high tolerance to pain as is. Once his hand is out of the way, her hand takes its place and she resumes stroking him. ]