[ it's dirty, but nobody said that sex is going to be clean and pristine. with heathcliff's clumsy, exploratory movements, it's bound to get messy from here. it does help that heathcliff's hands are big, warm, and calloused -- very nice to hold in her own equally rough hands and to have right up her cunt. so when he snaps at her as a kneejerk reaction, ishmael frowns right back because what the fuck. they were really about to get right into it.
her annoyance doesn't last long, however -- not when his mouth latches hungrily onto her boob like that. her frown gives way to a soft sigh escaping unbidden from her lips, eyes closing as her head falls back in instinct. she holds onto his shoulders, her neck and collarbone in full display, deep breaths undulating her chest up to him. normally she would've preferred an experienced partner -- a fact she'll soon discover once she checks in the resort -- but what heathcliff lacks in skill, he makes up for his enthusiasm. and ishmael, unfortunately, is not immune to that.
especially when his cock lay heavy against her slick cunt, teasing his tip inside without actually going all in. this alone is driving ishmael crazy, to the point that she's subconsciously angling her hips every which way to nudge his dick inside somehow, drawing more sultry noises from her throat with each movement. ]
Fuck, Heathcliff-- [ she moans, almost crying. almost. ] Just... get it over with, please...
[ her hand slides down from his shoulder and wraps around his length, carefully guiding him inside. don't make her beg even more for it, bro, she's dying here. unless he still feels vindictive enough to deny her pleasure? that's fine too. ]
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her annoyance doesn't last long, however -- not when his mouth latches hungrily onto her boob like that. her frown gives way to a soft sigh escaping unbidden from her lips, eyes closing as her head falls back in instinct. she holds onto his shoulders, her neck and collarbone in full display, deep breaths undulating her chest up to him. normally she would've preferred an experienced partner -- a fact she'll soon discover once she checks in the resort -- but what heathcliff lacks in skill, he makes up for his enthusiasm. and ishmael, unfortunately, is not immune to that.
especially when his cock lay heavy against her slick cunt, teasing his tip inside without actually going all in. this alone is driving ishmael crazy, to the point that she's subconsciously angling her hips every which way to nudge his dick inside somehow, drawing more sultry noises from her throat with each movement. ]
Fuck, Heathcliff-- [ she moans, almost crying. almost. ] Just... get it over with, please...
[ her hand slides down from his shoulder and wraps around his length, carefully guiding him inside. don't make her beg even more for it, bro, she's dying here. unless he still feels vindictive enough to deny her pleasure? that's fine too. ]