[ it's true. no one's rly a virgin because life has fucked them over several times or something like that.
she hums in deep thought, narrowing her eyes at the button as if it's beckoning her to, before she gives up and presses it too. ]
Honestly, I'm getting tired of talking to people behind a damn wall. I hear some people are into the whole anonymity thing, but they can just not give out their names, you know?
[ the partition rolls up, revealing a woman with absurdly long hair, freckles, and an oversized shirt; when she raises her hand to wave, the sleeve rolls down to reveal her club suit tattoo covering up her whole arm. ]
[ Why is this happening — better yet, why is he confused? It’s obvious this human has taken a liking to his voice, dandy and flirtatious, and now she’s curious about his face! Yeah. That makes sense. He’s just so charming. ]
You’re probably just the type that has an easier time remembering face, huh?
[ He can’t relate.
But once the wall descends and they’re both revealed to one another, Obikawa quirks a brow of subtle interest. ] You’re a lot smaller than I thought you’d be! Wow! And your hair is long!
[ she does not have a voice kink, unfortunately. she returns his quirk of a brow with a slight frown. ]
Yeah, well. Most of my height went to my hair, I guess.
[ she's actually pretty tall compared to most girls here??? her average white woman height... but it's no skin off her nose, so she just shrugs that off and gestures to some more unopened drinks sitting nearby. ]
[ He lifts from the couch, silver goblet in hand as he approaches he pod. And listen, when you're six feet anyone bellow five-eleven is small.
Without hesitating he grabs an untouched wine bottle, settling beside her as he pops it open with a mirthful grin. One hand gripping the neck lightly as he pours himself a drink, only looking for her own cup once he's taken a sip. ]
To be fair I don't think we're supposed to finish it all. That'd just be insane. [ But who knows? Maybe there's someone here who can just go through liquor like water. ] Buuuuut... I don't think we exchanged names! I'm Obikawa Kiyoshi, ever heard of a name so cool?
I was just exaggerating. But it's either that or we try out... those?
[ gesturing not-so-discreetly at the chest full of toys. she wouldn't be opposed to it, but after trying out bad dragon dildos with a complete stranger not too long ago, she's not really in the mood for those unless the guy's really good at convincing her. or when she's Drunk drunk. ]
But... yeah. sure. It's a cool name, I guess. [ an uncaring shrug. ] Where'd you get that from?
[ Obikawa doesn't bother looking at the collection of toys a short distance away. He's not particularly interested in them, maybe due to being unfamiliar, and instead he flips his hand over. Ring and middle finger curling towards his palm. ]
This is better, I promise. [ He takes another drink of his wine. ]
[ She's so cute. He has to restrain himself from reaching out to cradle her cheeks in the palm of his hands, interested in feeling her skin grow hot under his touch. ]
Haha, what makes you think that? [ He doesn't touch her, but he does lean closer. The corners of his mouth pulled into a warm smile. ] I grew up in the middle of the ocean without any parents, just taken care of by a total stranger with a few others.
[ oh thank god he didn't have a figaro moment there. she inwardly exhales in relief, but outwardly leans back a little from him. personal space, dude... ]
Really? Sorry, I just assumed that you'd also killed some people, and...
[ rapidly shakes her head. anyway! ]
You also came from the ocean, huh. I lived near the sea too, but fortunate enough to have parents, I guess. [ shrugs. for someone who's thankful, she sure sounds disinterested by it. ]
Why is that your first assumption? [ He then tilts his goblet towards her, just a small sip of wine left untouched. ] Here. Drink a little, you got yourself all riled up thinking I'm some serial killer who just takes peoples names...
I'm just used to meeting people like that, is all.
[ not serial killers per se, but most Fixers in the City have killed for less. including herself here. she leans forward, takes... more than a sip of her wine because she's suddenly thirsty, and lies back down again. ]
And... yes, kind of. I used to live on an artificial island called a portship, all made of steel and metal. But nowadays I've been traveling from one District to another for my work.
Hm. [ As she speaks his eyes travel south, from her face and to her chest, his attention being dragged away from the conversation completely undisguised. ] Mhm.
[ Though he does at least nod -- if anything, her living conditions remind him of the oil rig that he and his kin destroyed. ]
And would you say that your an ass or boob kinda person?
[ she's got schrodinger's boobs because it's kind of hard to tell if they're big or not if she's clothed, but wait till he sees what's under her shirt--
but hello?????? eyes up here, bro. ]
Uh, boobs, maybe? I don't think I care that much for asses...
[ whoa, he's so upfront about it. normally anyone sane would be offended at that, but ishmael does appreciate frankness in a person even if it's something perverted. and since they're already here: ]
Y-Yeah, sure. Why not?
[ she still sounds slightly shook about it though. but she does relent by leaning in, and he'll instantly find out that she's not wearing anything underneath once he gets right to it. ]
[ Obikawa leans over just slightly to place his wine on the table, as if expecting a positive answer before Ishmael has the chance to speak.
And it's the subtle stutter that lures him in excitedly -- more than the fact that she had practically just agreed to letting him fondle her. ]
I'll be gentle, don't worry. [ His dandy tone may give off the impression that he isn't being completely honest, but fortunately Obikawa intends to keep his word. Gently. He brings both hands to the underside of Ishmael's chest, fingers following the curve of her breasts. ] Do you not wear a bra? [ He chuckles before lightly squeezing the flesh against his palms.
I was gonna have him say that's hot but thought of Paris Hilton and how I saw her last year. So I won't. ]
[ don't let paris hilton hold you back from saying your truth?????
she makes a small sound from the back of her throat, brows slightly knitted together as she stares down at his hand covering her breast. it's going to take more than a mere grope to make her act up, but it shouldn't be too hard to achieve with a little friction of fabric here and there. ]
...Just thought that we're all here today for one thing, anyway.
[ Said casually, but he sounds a hint flirtatious. His hands still exploring the shape of her chest, guiding his fingers along the fabric of her shirt. He only stops, briefly, to ask: ] Can I take your shirt off? [ He's at least considerate enough to ask!!! ]
[ wow, he sure is nice for a guy who said he was tempted to tear into the person he'd initially fucked here. kinda cute, tbh. first impressions really don't have much merit to them, do they.....
this tit massage feels nice, though. she was just thinking how it'd feel like if the fabric wasn't in the way, tbh. so when he asked, it's as if he'd read her mind. ]
Mm, go ahead.
[ if he thinks this is hot, wait till he sees what's underneath her shirt. there's a lot going on down there -- from her sizeable breasts (thanks official art), to the myriad of freckles that dot along her collarbone and down towards her cleavage, to at least one stray mole on her underboob, to her heavily-inked arms that bear an intricate clover pattern snaking further down to her wrists.
there's a reason why she prefers to keep herself covered up, but she'll try to be chill about it. just don't point out how red her face is becoming, ty. ]
[ His fingers make quick work to unbutton her blouse, starting at the base of her neck and descending down. With every inch of her exposed reveals a map of her body, leaving Obikawa filled with questions -- Was she born with all these intricate freckles? Or were they kisses scattered by the sun on her days by the sea? Does she know the tale of moles left by past lovers?
The tattoos catch him off guard. The most noticeable surprise evident in the way he pauses to look at her arms. One hand ghosting her shoulder and grazing against her skin as he examines the left side, ending at her elbow. ]
You're pretty. [ For a human. And she's the exact opposite of his ideal type, but maybe he truly was just lying at the time.
His hands return to her breasts, the warmth of bare skin against his palms paired with the desire pooling in the pit of his stomach luring him closer. Obikawa leans closer, lips just barely teasing against the sun-kissed freckles of her collarbone. Inhale, exhale, close enough to feel her heart beat against her chest. ]
I wanna swallow you whole.
[ The heat in his voice pitches higher as he encloses his mouth around a bare nipple. Teeth teasing soft flesh as an arm moves to encircle around Ishmael and pull her closer, sucking against skin delicately. Almost carefully. As if restraining himself from taking that leap and actually devouring her. ]
[ she'd bark out a derisive laugh if she ever heard about moles being left by past lovers. as far as she knows, she's single in every other universe out there. she got no time for any of dat when she's trying her best to survive long enough to see another day, after all.
but instead, she squirms under his gaze, her cheeks dusted a cute pink as she looks at anywhere but his face. she can never get used to being called pretty; most people in the City usually favor skills and personality rather than looks, and anyone can give out shallow compliments like being pretty without thinking too much about it. but maybe she's the one thinking too much about that?
she doesn't get to dwell too deeply on that for long, though. heat continues to coil low in her stomach, and she barely has time to brace herself before his hands are on her once more, rough and sure, pulling her flush against him. it's only when her gaze trails back to him when he breathlessly says that, and her blood immediately runs cold.
it's in his eyes. they gave him away, even when his mouth was too busy on her skin to elaborate any further. dark, hungry, but something else, too — something she wasn't ready to name. and it's that slight fear that gets her to writhe more underneath him, breathing shakily into his ear as she curves inwards towards him, her hands digging into his shoulders and leaving crescents on his covered skin as he takes his time in tasting her. she should keep her mouth shut and behave, but her clubs suit really wants her to yap -- ]
Then... get in line.
[ obikawa would be glad to know that he's not the only one who wants a bite out of her, tbh. probably. ]
You've made yourself some fans? [ He asks once his lips unlatch from her skin, canting his head just slightly as he moves to wrap his arms around her waist. He looks to her with curiosity, not expecting an answer as much as he is acknowledging her demeanor -- yeah... she seems like the type people would be interested in seeing pinned.
It only encourages him to do the same.
Obikawa pushes forward, using his weight to pull Ishmael down against the floor. Narrowly dodging the coffee table and at least landing on the plush carpet. ]
I'm not the patient type, so I'm just gonna skip ahead. 'Kay?
[ There's no line if he can't see it! And so Obikawa places his hands on her waist, coaxing her pants to slip down her hips with a sharp tug. ]
[ if i dont yap at least once in a thread i would die
she wouldn't say that they're fans, no. they want to kill her and literally eat her flesh, for one. and she would've yapped about it too if it weren't for obikawa knocking her to the floor instead like ????? what's wrong with doing it on the sofa, wtf
she resists for a hot minute, mostly out of surprise than anything at the speed they're going, but he manages to pull down her pants to reveal more faint freckles and faded scars across her legs, her white cotton panties already soaked despite her nonchalance. it's embarrassing, and ishmael instinctively slings her arm over her eyes. ]
Just... do what you want. [ she wants to get this over with too, tbh. ]
[ He's already fucked on the sofa so it's boring... time to switch it up a bit.
The resistance is met with a hand occupying her breast, fingers spread across and following the curve of her collarbone before he stops at her shoulder. His grasp isn't tight enough to restrain her if she tried to pull away again, but then comes to acceptance -- the embarrassment she attempts to hide as she moves to hide herself from him. It causes something to swell in his heart.
He can never grow tired of causing a human to feel humiliated. ]
Are you sure? I could hurt you. [ Indifferent, however, as the pace he goes is usually just like this: fast, almost jarring and confusing as he latches his body against someone else's for pleasure.
Obikawa follows that, however, with pulling her pants and panties down the length of her thighs. If she said that he can do as he pleases, he's definitely going to indulge? And that starts by folding the lower half of her body forward, her knees now pressed against her chest. ] Lemme get a taste out of you first, though. [ There seems to be some budding enjoyment that rolls off his tongue when he speaks. With her sex present he uses two fingers to spread her completely, exposing her wet cunt to him as he cants his head just slightly to see if she's drawn her arm away from her face. It's only a second's worth of curiosity that's quickly sated whether or not Ishmael does reveal herself before he leans down, tongue poking between his teeth before it lays flat against her folds. Slowly dragging his tongue upward before the tip flicks her clit. ]
[ it's not that she's humiliated, just... a little caught off guard by his eagerness, is all. she's never really had people dying to get into her pants before, literally pawing at her panties in desperation.
yet here he is, his hands finding her hips with startling swiftness, and she can't help the squeak that slips out of her mouth as he curls her legs up for a better view of her cunt. okay, now this is embarrassing, yet she can't help but peek below her arm juuuuust a crack to see what he's doing, and --
her eyes meet his for a second, and she freezes for a moment there. the way he's looking at her with a ravenous glint in his gaze is making heat pool low in her gut, leaving her breathless. then he licks into her, tongue hot and smooth as he laves through her folds, and she tangles her free hand in his hair as she tips her head back with a shaky sigh. is it too late to confess that no one's eaten her out before? probably. her body responds in kind, hips jerking with every ministration he makes.
it'd be so easy to make her come from here but......... u know what she wants ]
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she hums in deep thought, narrowing her eyes at the button as if it's beckoning her to, before she gives up and presses it too. ]
Honestly, I'm getting tired of talking to people behind a damn wall. I hear some people are into the whole anonymity thing, but they can just not give out their names, you know?
[ the partition rolls up, revealing a woman with absurdly long hair, freckles, and an oversized shirt; when she raises her hand to wave, the sleeve rolls down to reveal her club suit tattoo covering up her whole arm. ]
Hey.
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You’re probably just the type that has an easier time remembering face, huh?
[ He can’t relate.
But once the wall descends and they’re both revealed to one another, Obikawa quirks a brow of subtle interest. ] You’re a lot smaller than I thought you’d be! Wow! And your hair is long!
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Yeah, well. Most of my height went to my hair, I guess.
[ she's actually pretty tall compared to most girls here??? her average white woman height... but it's no skin off her nose, so she just shrugs that off and gestures to some more unopened drinks sitting nearby. ]
Want some? Can't finish this all by myself.
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Without hesitating he grabs an untouched wine bottle, settling beside her as he pops it open with a mirthful grin. One hand gripping the neck lightly as he pours himself a drink, only looking for her own cup once he's taken a sip. ]
To be fair I don't think we're supposed to finish it all. That'd just be insane. [ But who knows? Maybe there's someone here who can just go through liquor like water. ] Buuuuut... I don't think we exchanged names! I'm Obikawa Kiyoshi, ever heard of a name so cool?
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[ gesturing not-so-discreetly at the chest full of toys. she wouldn't be opposed to it, but after trying out bad dragon dildos with a complete stranger not too long ago, she's not really in the mood for those unless the guy's really good at convincing her. or when she's Drunk drunk. ]
But... yeah. sure. It's a cool name, I guess. [ an uncaring shrug. ] Where'd you get that from?
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This is better, I promise. [ He takes another drink of his wine. ]
I got it from a stranger. You? [ dumbass ]
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just those facts alone already have her flustered. he's not wrong, human contact will always be better than trying to get off with some toy, but -- ]
I... I got them from my parents? What do you mean from a stranger? Did you kill someone for that name?!
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Haha, what makes you think that? [ He doesn't touch her, but he does lean closer. The corners of his mouth pulled into a warm smile. ] I grew up in the middle of the ocean without any parents, just taken care of by a total stranger with a few others.
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Really? Sorry, I just assumed that you'd also killed some people, and...
[ rapidly shakes her head. anyway! ]
You also came from the ocean, huh. I lived near the sea too, but fortunate enough to have parents, I guess. [ shrugs. for someone who's thankful, she sure sounds disinterested by it. ]
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[ Which he isn't. Technically. ]
Did you live on an island?
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[ not serial killers per se, but most Fixers in the City have killed for less. including herself here. she leans forward, takes... more than a sip of her wine because she's suddenly thirsty, and lies back down again. ]
And... yes, kind of. I used to live on an artificial island called a portship, all made of steel and metal. But nowadays I've been traveling from one District to another for my work.
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[ Though he does at least nod -- if anything, her living conditions remind him of the oil rig that he and his kin destroyed. ]
And would you say that your an ass or boob kinda person?
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but hello?????? eyes up here, bro. ]
Uh, boobs, maybe? I don't think I care that much for asses...
[ she looks down on her own chest now. hmmmm. ]
I'm guessing you're the latter too...?
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Mmm... I like both, I think -- it's actually a pretty hard question! But boobs are soft like mochi and fun to play with.
[ Without any hesitation he then asks: ] Can I touch yours?
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Y-Yeah, sure. Why not?
[ she still sounds slightly shook about it though. but she does relent by leaning in, and he'll instantly find out that she's not wearing anything underneath once he gets right to it. ]
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And it's the subtle stutter that lures him in excitedly -- more than the fact that she had practically just agreed to letting him fondle her. ]
I'll be gentle, don't worry. [ His dandy tone may give off the impression that he isn't being completely honest, but fortunately Obikawa intends to keep his word. Gently. He brings both hands to the underside of Ishmael's chest, fingers following the curve of her breasts. ] Do you not wear a bra? [ He chuckles before lightly squeezing the flesh against his palms.
I was gonna have him say that's hot but thought of Paris Hilton and how I saw her last year. So I won't. ]
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she makes a small sound from the back of her throat, brows slightly knitted together as she stares down at his hand covering her breast. it's going to take more than a mere grope to make her act up, but it shouldn't be too hard to achieve with a little friction of fabric here and there. ]
...Just thought that we're all here today for one thing, anyway.
[ she's awfully efficient like that. ]
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That's still hot.
[ Said casually, but he sounds a hint flirtatious. His hands still exploring the shape of her chest, guiding his fingers along the fabric of her shirt. He only stops, briefly, to ask: ] Can I take your shirt off? [ He's at least considerate enough to ask!!! ]
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this tit massage feels nice, though. she was just thinking how it'd feel like if the fabric wasn't in the way, tbh. so when he asked, it's as if he'd read her mind. ]
Mm, go ahead.
[ if he thinks this is hot, wait till he sees what's underneath her shirt. there's a lot going on down there -- from her sizeable breasts (thanks official art), to the myriad of freckles that dot along her collarbone and down towards her cleavage, to at least one stray mole on her underboob, to her heavily-inked arms that bear an intricate clover pattern snaking further down to her wrists.
there's a reason why she prefers to keep herself covered up, but she'll try to be chill about it. just don't point out how red her face is becoming, ty. ]
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The tattoos catch him off guard. The most noticeable surprise evident in the way he pauses to look at her arms. One hand ghosting her shoulder and grazing against her skin as he examines the left side, ending at her elbow. ]
You're pretty. [ For a human. And she's the exact opposite of his ideal type, but maybe he truly was just lying at the time.
His hands return to her breasts, the warmth of bare skin against his palms paired with the desire pooling in the pit of his stomach luring him closer. Obikawa leans closer, lips just barely teasing against the sun-kissed freckles of her collarbone. Inhale, exhale, close enough to feel her heart beat against her chest. ]
I wanna swallow you whole.
[ The heat in his voice pitches higher as he encloses his mouth around a bare nipple. Teeth teasing soft flesh as an arm moves to encircle around Ishmael and pull her closer, sucking against skin delicately. Almost carefully. As if restraining himself from taking that leap and actually devouring her. ]
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but instead, she squirms under his gaze, her cheeks dusted a cute pink as she looks at anywhere but his face. she can never get used to being called pretty; most people in the City usually favor skills and personality rather than looks, and anyone can give out shallow compliments like being pretty without thinking too much about it. but maybe she's the one thinking too much about that?
she doesn't get to dwell too deeply on that for long, though. heat continues to coil low in her stomach, and she barely has time to brace herself before his hands are on her once more, rough and sure, pulling her flush against him. it's only when her gaze trails back to him when he breathlessly says that, and her blood immediately runs cold.
it's in his eyes. they gave him away, even when his mouth was too busy on her skin to elaborate any further. dark, hungry, but something else, too — something she wasn't ready to name. and it's that slight fear that gets her to writhe more underneath him, breathing shakily into his ear as she curves inwards towards him, her hands digging into his shoulders and leaving crescents on his covered skin as he takes his time in tasting her. she should keep her mouth shut and behave, but her clubs suit really wants her to yap -- ]
Then... get in line.
[ obikawa would be glad to know that he's not the only one who wants a bite out of her, tbh. probably. ]
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You've made yourself some fans? [ He asks once his lips unlatch from her skin, canting his head just slightly as he moves to wrap his arms around her waist. He looks to her with curiosity, not expecting an answer as much as he is acknowledging her demeanor -- yeah... she seems like the type people would be interested in seeing pinned.
It only encourages him to do the same.
Obikawa pushes forward, using his weight to pull Ishmael down against the floor. Narrowly dodging the coffee table and at least landing on the plush carpet. ]
I'm not the patient type, so I'm just gonna skip ahead. 'Kay?
[ There's no line if he can't see it! And so Obikawa places his hands on her waist, coaxing her pants to slip down her hips with a sharp tug. ]
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she wouldn't say that they're fans, no. they want to kill her and literally eat her flesh, for one. and she would've yapped about it too if it weren't for obikawa knocking her to the floor instead like ????? what's wrong with doing it on the sofa, wtf
she resists for a hot minute, mostly out of surprise than anything at the speed they're going, but he manages to pull down her pants to reveal more faint freckles and faded scars across her legs, her white cotton panties already soaked despite her nonchalance. it's embarrassing, and ishmael instinctively slings her arm over her eyes. ]
Just... do what you want. [ she wants to get this over with too, tbh. ]
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The resistance is met with a hand occupying her breast, fingers spread across and following the curve of her collarbone before he stops at her shoulder. His grasp isn't tight enough to restrain her if she tried to pull away again, but then comes to acceptance -- the embarrassment she attempts to hide as she moves to hide herself from him. It causes something to swell in his heart.
He can never grow tired of causing a human to feel humiliated. ]
Are you sure? I could hurt you. [ Indifferent, however, as the pace he goes is usually just like this: fast, almost jarring and confusing as he latches his body against someone else's for pleasure.
Obikawa follows that, however, with pulling her pants and panties down the length of her thighs. If she said that he can do as he pleases, he's definitely going to indulge? And that starts by folding the lower half of her body forward, her knees now pressed against her chest. ] Lemme get a taste out of you first, though. [ There seems to be some budding enjoyment that rolls off his tongue when he speaks. With her sex present he uses two fingers to spread her completely, exposing her wet cunt to him as he cants his head just slightly to see if she's drawn her arm away from her face. It's only a second's worth of curiosity that's quickly sated whether or not Ishmael does reveal herself before he leans down, tongue poking between his teeth before it lays flat against her folds. Slowly dragging his tongue upward before the tip flicks her clit. ]
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yet here he is, his hands finding her hips with startling swiftness, and she can't help the squeak that slips out of her mouth as he curls her legs up for a better view of her cunt. okay, now this is embarrassing, yet she can't help but peek below her arm juuuuust a crack to see what he's doing, and --
her eyes meet his for a second, and she freezes for a moment there. the way he's looking at her with a ravenous glint in his gaze is making heat pool low in her gut, leaving her breathless. then he licks into her, tongue hot and smooth as he laves through her folds, and she tangles her free hand in his hair as she tips her head back with a shaky sigh. is it too late to confess that no one's eaten her out before? probably. her body responds in kind, hips jerking with every ministration he makes.
it'd be so easy to make her come from here but......... u know what she wants ]
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for a second i forgot he's not coming inside her
if he doesn't breed her in their next smut thread i swear
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