[ there's something compelling about the contrast between blade's growing frustration at the restrictions placed on him and rin's obvious smug glee at being the source of that frustration. it spurs him on, makes him lean up to press his mouth more firmly to her stockings, but also satisfies him in some small way—in the knowledge that although he isn't yet able to eat her out the way he otherwise would, she's still satisfied, if not with him than at least with the circumstances. it's that knowledge which keeps his frustration simmering at a delicious low burn, rather than spiking into something more similar to real anger.
and eventually, blade finds himself rewarded. after what feels like an eternity spent a hair's breadth from what he really wants, with rin's fingers threading through her hair and her cunt growing increasingly wet just millimeters from his reach—finally, blade's gaze flicks upward to meet rin's as he's granted permission to seek out his goal.
before the sentence is even properly finished, blade is already hooking his fingers into the thin, flimsy material of rin's pantyhose, tearing them asunder from waist to crotch. no more than that, though, blade is nothing if not efficient and economical—he opens the stockings just enough that when he leans forward again, he can drag his tongue flat along the wet heat of her cunt before pressing his mouth firmly against her to lick her out.
in this regard, at least, he seems to know what he's doing. his hands come up to grip rin's thighs just below the swell of her ass, holding her in place so blade can alternate fucking her with his tongue and suckling at her clit. dogged and determined as ever, blade makes it this the sole focus of his being—to give rin, finally, all the pleasure from which he'd previously been restricted. ]
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and eventually, blade finds himself rewarded. after what feels like an eternity spent a hair's breadth from what he really wants, with rin's fingers threading through her hair and her cunt growing increasingly wet just millimeters from his reach—finally, blade's gaze flicks upward to meet rin's as he's granted permission to seek out his goal.
before the sentence is even properly finished, blade is already hooking his fingers into the thin, flimsy material of rin's pantyhose, tearing them asunder from waist to crotch. no more than that, though, blade is nothing if not efficient and economical—he opens the stockings just enough that when he leans forward again, he can drag his tongue flat along the wet heat of her cunt before pressing his mouth firmly against her to lick her out.
in this regard, at least, he seems to know what he's doing. his hands come up to grip rin's thighs just below the swell of her ass, holding her in place so blade can alternate fucking her with his tongue and suckling at her clit. dogged and determined as ever, blade makes it this the sole focus of his being—to give rin, finally, all the pleasure from which he'd previously been restricted. ]