[ it's a start. texas definitely doesn't have w's say-absolutely-anything-to-get-a-reaction philosophy on dirty talk and talk in general, but w's used to guiding greenhorns up the ranks. she's done it with w squad, she'll do it right here buried in texas's cunt too. just a little practical application of positive reinforcement she thinks and they'll be well on their way. ]
This shit's gonna keep you up at night. Don't think I'll let you shake me outta your head so easy.
[ her laughter is dark and muted, cut off where she leans in to press her lips to texas's pussy again. the hand on her hip comes away just to swat at the seat of texas's ass, a quick sting of pain to keep them on the right track. she'd said rough, and w's barely gotten to be ungentle. easy to say when texas isn't the one who has to keep flicking her gaze back up at those burning amber eyes, wondering when the wolf will show her teeth.
she simply won't give her the opportunity. while texas's flesh is still rippling from her slap, she dives forth to bury her face and lock her lips around texas's clit and suck hard. maybe there's an art to this kind of thing, w doesn't know or particularly care, she's too fascinated with how it feels to itch the point of her tongue up the shape of that poor little bud stuck fast in the inextricable vacuum of her mouth. she sucks her own cheeks thin and hollow, her lashes dusting across her cheeks as she exhales a satisfied sigh through her nose.
those churning hips — now w provides the scaffolding for them, cupping her hand beneath texas's ass to feed each thrust of them into a devastating crush against her face. maybe she'll bust a lip or fracture her nose if she gets texas going with enough force, it certainly seems like she's intent on trying to get one of them to break. and the more violent it gets, the more she very plainly delights in the noisy slurps she's definitely not holding back for any sense of decorum. ]
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This shit's gonna keep you up at night. Don't think I'll let you shake me outta your head so easy.
[ her laughter is dark and muted, cut off where she leans in to press her lips to texas's pussy again. the hand on her hip comes away just to swat at the seat of texas's ass, a quick sting of pain to keep them on the right track. she'd said rough, and w's barely gotten to be ungentle. easy to say when texas isn't the one who has to keep flicking her gaze back up at those burning amber eyes, wondering when the wolf will show her teeth.
she simply won't give her the opportunity. while texas's flesh is still rippling from her slap, she dives forth to bury her face and lock her lips around texas's clit and suck hard. maybe there's an art to this kind of thing, w doesn't know or particularly care, she's too fascinated with how it feels to itch the point of her tongue up the shape of that poor little bud stuck fast in the inextricable vacuum of her mouth. she sucks her own cheeks thin and hollow, her lashes dusting across her cheeks as she exhales a satisfied sigh through her nose.
those churning hips — now w provides the scaffolding for them, cupping her hand beneath texas's ass to feed each thrust of them into a devastating crush against her face. maybe she'll bust a lip or fracture her nose if she gets texas going with enough force, it certainly seems like she's intent on trying to get one of them to break. and the more violent it gets, the more she very plainly delights in the noisy slurps she's definitely not holding back for any sense of decorum. ]