[ well now that's a question w doesn't even have to answer, save for the dark little giggle it rouses from her in the first place. there's no mistaking the way that w eyes her, even from this low, nearly-prone angle: there's trouble enough for far more than a week in that gaze, a deep thrill that shows no signs of overstaying its welcome. she's only just begun, after all; if this is to become a nightmare, there's no telling where it'll lead them in the end.
for now, for once, w's mouth is occupied with far more important endeavors than taunting her latest mark. her eyes can hold that place for her, always watching, almost too intent and honed and calculating, not a twitch or grasp or growl missed for each accompanying twist of her tongue. after all, this is a brand new way to tear texas apart, even if it's a far kinder way of going about it, and w isn't about to be caught missing the kill switch in the heat of the moment — it's just not her style.
that tightness around her fingers, it's her cue to add another with one swift thrust, pounding hard into the molten clench of texas's pussy until they're buried and almost aching from the tension. not that that would ever slow her down; w rocks on her knees too, building more force between them as she drives them deeper and deeper into soft, swollen tissue, happy to let the crooking tips of them drag like she means to turn texas out completely.
it just makes her hungrier for that flesh in her mouth, to a crazed degree where her jaw aches from the strain she puts on it. the knowledge that whatever she feels, her greedy, over-eager little sips and slurps register so much more intensely to texas carry her through the negligible discomfort, embolden her to really dig in her tongue and pinpoint her attack on the more sensitive side of her clit. it's all dependent upon which reactions she can dredge up with her ambitious mouth, those twitches that make her double down, the growls that make her fingers drive twice as fast, her gaze unerring from beneath that now-sweated out curtain of silver hair falling over her face. ]
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for now, for once, w's mouth is occupied with far more important endeavors than taunting her latest mark. her eyes can hold that place for her, always watching, almost too intent and honed and calculating, not a twitch or grasp or growl missed for each accompanying twist of her tongue. after all, this is a brand new way to tear texas apart, even if it's a far kinder way of going about it, and w isn't about to be caught missing the kill switch in the heat of the moment — it's just not her style.
that tightness around her fingers, it's her cue to add another with one swift thrust, pounding hard into the molten clench of texas's pussy until they're buried and almost aching from the tension. not that that would ever slow her down; w rocks on her knees too, building more force between them as she drives them deeper and deeper into soft, swollen tissue, happy to let the crooking tips of them drag like she means to turn texas out completely.
it just makes her hungrier for that flesh in her mouth, to a crazed degree where her jaw aches from the strain she puts on it. the knowledge that whatever she feels, her greedy, over-eager little sips and slurps register so much more intensely to texas carry her through the negligible discomfort, embolden her to really dig in her tongue and pinpoint her attack on the more sensitive side of her clit. it's all dependent upon which reactions she can dredge up with her ambitious mouth, those twitches that make her double down, the growls that make her fingers drive twice as fast, her gaze unerring from beneath that now-sweated out curtain of silver hair falling over her face. ]