[A low, pleased chuckle reverberates through Kiritsubo's chest as her companion fumbles his words in her pussy but then recovers to glance up at her with that cocky little lick, showing off the first hints of her slick on his lips and those lovely sharp teeth. My, didn't he look cute? And my... Wouldn't he look even cuter with more of her on his face?]
Oh... I do feel lucky, I do...
[So he'd benefit from a little complimenting, would he? Thought himself better than so many of her other options, did he? For the time being, Kiritsubo is more than willing to stroke that ego, no matter how potentially, monstrously, temporary it might be... if he would just stroke her. As her fingers find a loose purchase in his hair, just enough to rest heavy, to tug on his scalp rather than forcibly drag, she sighs out sultry snatches of phrase, pausing between to whine and whimper hints as to just what he is doing that delights her best.]
Someone attentive... who knows what he wants... whose tongue is so hot... ?
[As policy, Kiritsubo does not lie... though she would weave three laps around the truth, and exaggerate when there was room and motivation to. But she shudders, inner muscles flexing and toes curling in the silky sheets as his tongue burrows inside of her, because she has no need to do so about that last one. It's quite novel, something she doesn't normally get to experience outside of bedding hellhounds or ifrit, and-]
Mmmmm, give me your name, sweetness...
[Her teeth nip into her bottom lip as she rolls her hip up towards his mouth, asking for more with the casual confidence of a woman who believes just tasting her was reward enough. But, just to be charitable, just because that little tug of his lips was so well-done...]
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Oh... I do feel lucky, I do...
[So he'd benefit from a little complimenting, would he? Thought himself better than so many of her other options, did he? For the time being, Kiritsubo is more than willing to stroke that ego, no matter how potentially, monstrously, temporary it might be... if he would just stroke her. As her fingers find a loose purchase in his hair, just enough to rest heavy, to tug on his scalp rather than forcibly drag, she sighs out sultry snatches of phrase, pausing between to whine and whimper hints as to just what he is doing that delights her best.]
Someone attentive... who knows what he wants... whose tongue is so hot... ?
[As policy, Kiritsubo does not lie... though she would weave three laps around the truth, and exaggerate when there was room and motivation to. But she shudders, inner muscles flexing and toes curling in the silky sheets as his tongue burrows inside of her, because she has no need to do so about that last one. It's quite novel, something she doesn't normally get to experience outside of bedding hellhounds or ifrit, and-]
Mmmmm, give me your name, sweetness...
[Her teeth nip into her bottom lip as she rolls her hip up towards his mouth, asking for more with the casual confidence of a woman who believes just tasting her was reward enough. But, just to be charitable, just because that little tug of his lips was so well-done...]
So I can thank you properly ♡