[ oh, it is warm. that minute shift in his tongue's frictional glide prompts Sprezzatura's first full moan—low, nearly purring—and she arches on the bed, pulls her knees up so she can splay herself more open for him. everywhere his mouth touches feels like it's throbbing, wet, all the way deep into muscle and fat. it's perfect.
she unfurls her tail from his side and tries to wriggle it beneath him, to belatedly tend to his untouched cock. ]
Herlock. [ s q u e e z i n g his hand ] Just like that, just like that. Don't be shy. Do feel how wet you've made me? It's all for you.
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she unfurls her tail from his side and tries to wriggle it beneath him, to belatedly tend to his untouched cock. ]
Herlock. [ s q u e e z i n g his hand ] Just like that, just like that. Don't be shy. Do feel how wet you've made me? It's all for you.
[ surprise! she's a talker. ]