[ music to her ears, that declaration of hate. her tail instantly starts wagging like the absolute worst canine in this entire casino or dimension or wherever this place might be. she may as well race to the bottom in being the worst patron of this establishment... well in terms of perversion. she likes to think she has some class, just maybe. just maybe, when it comes to cuisine.
and pussy is her favorite meal, and w's tastes exquisite. or honestly taste isn't even her favorite part of the dish. it's the whole experience, licking deep into the wettest and tightest part of her body (well until she might whet her tongue or this knife in that ass), feeling w tremble and clench beautifully down on her tongue. hearing her whine, watching that expression on her face turn increasingly desperate as their eyes lock. she loves it. and all right, she wants to give this pussy a workout and she does, alternating thrusts with her tongue and the knife, the slick slide of both sinking into w one at a time--then both, deep as she can go, with a sudden twist of the fake weapon.
a twist in which she slips her tongue out of w's body entirely, just in case she might cum from it. ]
Ahaha... you taste even better than I imagined, la mia pericolosa puttanella. But I mean it when I say I want to savor this. [ a savage dig of the knife deep in w, to scrape at her insides and--she could speculate, just from knowing where her own g-spot is, maybe what could be a particularly sensitive spot within. well, everyone's different and that includes sarkaz and lupo pussy.
one clawed hand grips w's chin to keep her face turned so she can watch exactly how lappland thrusts the knife inside her, her pace suddenly turning languid and thorough, her ears pricked, ] The taste, sensation, and even how you sound. I've had wet pasta sound like this before, you know! [ a bark of a laugh, because she thinks she's so funny, ] That's how you know it's good pussy! We'll just stir you up inside like this, we can make a mix of my juices and yours deep inside you juuust like this~ [ with a sudden vengeful drag of the broken edge clawing into w, like an extension of her black talons. ]
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and pussy is her favorite meal, and w's tastes exquisite. or honestly taste isn't even her favorite part of the dish. it's the whole experience, licking deep into the wettest and tightest part of her body (well until she might whet her tongue or this knife in that ass), feeling w tremble and clench beautifully down on her tongue. hearing her whine, watching that expression on her face turn increasingly desperate as their eyes lock. she loves it. and all right, she wants to give this pussy a workout and she does, alternating thrusts with her tongue and the knife, the slick slide of both sinking into w one at a time--then both, deep as she can go, with a sudden twist of the fake weapon.
a twist in which she slips her tongue out of w's body entirely, just in case she might cum from it. ]
Ahaha... you taste even better than I imagined, la mia pericolosa puttanella. But I mean it when I say I want to savor this. [ a savage dig of the knife deep in w, to scrape at her insides and--she could speculate, just from knowing where her own g-spot is, maybe what could be a particularly sensitive spot within. well, everyone's different and that includes sarkaz and lupo pussy.
one clawed hand grips w's chin to keep her face turned so she can watch exactly how lappland thrusts the knife inside her, her pace suddenly turning languid and thorough, her ears pricked, ] The taste, sensation, and even how you sound. I've had wet pasta sound like this before, you know! [ a bark of a laugh, because she thinks she's so funny, ] That's how you know it's good pussy! We'll just stir you up inside like this, we can make a mix of my juices and yours deep inside you juuust like this~ [ with a sudden vengeful drag of the broken edge clawing into w, like an extension of her black talons. ]