[ it really is a frightening look that anybody but w would know better than to invite the ire of. the last thing she'd ever do is let someone chew her to pieces without a dirty, dirty fight, sure, but how she loves the sounds that precede the unleashing of that bestial fury. it's half the reason she's doing this, like texas is a warm little instrument she can blow and finger to make all the prettiest sounds she pleases. if this ever backfires on her, she'll certainly have deserved it.
this time around, she's a bit too impatient. she can admit that. her fingers are wrapping texas's hip at the first sigh, a nice grip to control the rest of her body with. w's hands are pure assassin, feeling for weight, balance, leverage. she wants to really bounce texas between the fingers she's extending and the hold she's got on her, make her feel that first thrust all the way in the back of her teeth. anything else feels like it'd be sorrily anticlimactic.
before texas can even finish what she's saying (w hears 'fuck me hard,' and sure), w thrusts that first finger deep inside her. turns out that's a miscalculation, all she gets from that is her own low moan when it sinks in wet and smooth and obviously not enough at all. she pulls texas down again to feed her a second and that's so much better, more like punishing this gorgeous body with the soft slap of her palm when she bottoms out, the hand on her hip already rocking her back for more. ]
Don't think you're off the hook yet. [ w sounds drunk — on power or just on the special thrill of serving texas thrusts so hard they make her tits bounce. she still wants to use her mouth so bad, and her tongue stings teasingly at texas's clit between breaths. ] Better tell me just how much you love this, how bad you need me to turn this pussy out. It's mine for a whole week.
[ w will be spending that week right here, thanks, licking nastier and nastier phrases out of texas until she can't remember how to speak normal anymore. she starts with a few sucking kisses on the tip of texas's clit. ]
Take it pretty and thank me nice and maybe I won't torture you for the rest of it.
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this time around, she's a bit too impatient. she can admit that. her fingers are wrapping texas's hip at the first sigh, a nice grip to control the rest of her body with. w's hands are pure assassin, feeling for weight, balance, leverage. she wants to really bounce texas between the fingers she's extending and the hold she's got on her, make her feel that first thrust all the way in the back of her teeth. anything else feels like it'd be sorrily anticlimactic.
before texas can even finish what she's saying (w hears 'fuck me hard,' and sure), w thrusts that first finger deep inside her. turns out that's a miscalculation, all she gets from that is her own low moan when it sinks in wet and smooth and obviously not enough at all. she pulls texas down again to feed her a second and that's so much better, more like punishing this gorgeous body with the soft slap of her palm when she bottoms out, the hand on her hip already rocking her back for more. ]
Don't think you're off the hook yet. [ w sounds drunk — on power or just on the special thrill of serving texas thrusts so hard they make her tits bounce. she still wants to use her mouth so bad, and her tongue stings teasingly at texas's clit between breaths. ] Better tell me just how much you love this, how bad you need me to turn this pussy out. It's mine for a whole week.
[ w will be spending that week right here, thanks, licking nastier and nastier phrases out of texas until she can't remember how to speak normal anymore. she starts with a few sucking kisses on the tip of texas's clit. ]
Take it pretty and thank me nice and maybe I won't torture you for the rest of it.