[ Strong legs close around his shoulders, legs that Ferdinand has been unable to draw his gaze away from at times in the past. Were he not able to so vividly feel her stiff bud in his mouth, beneath his roaming tongue as he sucks upon her, he would be convinced this is a dream, and a rather pleasant one at that.
The words of praise that come out of her lips stir both his heart and his cock, filling him as much with warmth as with an even more intense arousal. The tight cloth hugging his erection feels increasingly like a prison, like he needs to tear it away to feel some sort of relief. But that would take a free hand, and the more he hears her breath run so ragged and feels her writhing in response to his ministrations, the more convinced he becomes that both of his hands need to be entirely upon her.
Yes, he needs to pleasure her. He needs to do a more thorough job of pleasuring her than any man before him has, and if he doesn't? He's going to need lots of practice to get there.
He releases her with a wet pop of his mouth, his cheeks a faint red. One hand immediately seizes upon her other breast, its first few fingers and thumb closing over the nipple hadn't been sucking and pinching at it. ]
Only because I have you for a teacher.
[ There's a breathiness to his voice that betrays his desperate arousal. But he doesn't give her many words to glean that from, as the moment the last word has left his mouth, his mouth is back upon her breast and tugging, his tongue running in circles back and forth around her nipple.
As for the other hand, though, it ventures lower. In fact, he has to shift his shoulders somewhat to make room for it, as it roams down her side and to her hip before ultimately pushing up the bottom of her already quite short skirt. Without breaking his eye contact — despite just how much he would love to see — he slips his hand up beneath her skirt, and though the shape of her body is still new to him, his fingers quickly find their way to her cleft. Whatever underwear she's wearing, if any, is gently kneaded along with the skin beneath it as his index and middle fingers search out how she might like to be touched. That his fingers blindly land upon the sheath of her clit within just a few seconds is pure luck, but should she react strongly to it, he might just catch on that he's struck gold. ]
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The words of praise that come out of her lips stir both his heart and his cock, filling him as much with warmth as with an even more intense arousal. The tight cloth hugging his erection feels increasingly like a prison, like he needs to tear it away to feel some sort of relief. But that would take a free hand, and the more he hears her breath run so ragged and feels her writhing in response to his ministrations, the more convinced he becomes that both of his hands need to be entirely upon her.
Yes, he needs to pleasure her. He needs to do a more thorough job of pleasuring her than any man before him has, and if he doesn't? He's going to need lots of practice to get there.
He releases her with a wet pop of his mouth, his cheeks a faint red. One hand immediately seizes upon her other breast, its first few fingers and thumb closing over the nipple hadn't been sucking and pinching at it. ]
Only because I have you for a teacher.
[ There's a breathiness to his voice that betrays his desperate arousal. But he doesn't give her many words to glean that from, as the moment the last word has left his mouth, his mouth is back upon her breast and tugging, his tongue running in circles back and forth around her nipple.
As for the other hand, though, it ventures lower. In fact, he has to shift his shoulders somewhat to make room for it, as it roams down her side and to her hip before ultimately pushing up the bottom of her already quite short skirt. Without breaking his eye contact — despite just how much he would love to see — he slips his hand up beneath her skirt, and though the shape of her body is still new to him, his fingers quickly find their way to her cleft. Whatever underwear she's wearing, if any, is gently kneaded along with the skin beneath it as his index and middle fingers search out how she might like to be touched. That his fingers blindly land upon the sheath of her clit within just a few seconds is pure luck, but should she react strongly to it, he might just catch on that he's struck gold. ]