[ Hana isn't entirely sure if she's ever felt this good in the entire life. Waves of pleasure roll straight from her groin, prompting her to curl her toes and take deep, shuddering breaths. She feels impossibly hot as Jack moves his mouth over her panties, his grasp on her legs firm and unmoving. She can't do much in her prone position aside from take it, and while she'd usually like to take a more proactive role in bed, she's more than happy to relish in the feeling of his tongue tracing her firmly through the fabric of her soaked panties.
His moans reverberate against her skin, sending vibrations straight to her clit and causing her to moan with increased vigor. Hana can't tell if it's been a minute or an hour; every stroke of his tongue sends flames licking at the base of her spine. When he pulls at her panties with his teeth, Hana reaches down to assist as best she can, hooking the soaked garment with a finger in order to push it around the curve of her mound. She looks down at his face, flushed and breathless, as he runs his tongue up the length of her sex.
God, where did he learn to do that? Hana can only vaguely wonder this before his tongue is delving between her petals, causing her to writhe in his firm grasp. Her head tilts back and her eyes flutter shut as a loud moan rolls past her lips, her hips pressing forward into his mouth as the tip of his tongue slides against her most sensitive areas.
She feels turned inside out, laid bare and vulnerable. The hand not holding her underwear in place moves to cover her mouth with the back of her hand, trying her best to muffle the noises she makes as he tilts her further backwards, exposing all of her. The ache of muscles rarely stretched this far back dully registers as Hana's breath hitches in her throat, the sudden absence of his mouth commanding her full attention.
Her eyes open half-mast as her eyebrows knit together, her lips forming a soft, needy moan. ]
D-Don't stop, [ She half-pleads, shuddering as she feels the warm mixture of juices slide down the length of her pussy. She can't find it in her to be irreverent. Not when he has her posed so lewdly. ] It... It feels so good--
[ Hana whimpers as his mouth finds her thigh, returning to her sex and causing her to draw a stuttering breath. The little flicks of his tongue against her clit cause her to jerk beneath him, unable to move from such a compromising position even though she desperately wants to. The stimulation is almost too much for her as her hands find the bedsheets again, curling into them for support. She feels so close, dancing along the knife-edge of her climax, and every searing stroke of his tongue causes pleasure to spike hot and unrelenting in her gut. ]
J-Jack, I'm--!
[ Hana doesn't have time to finish her sentence as his tongue finishes her, her inner walls greedily contracting as she comes undone. ]
no subject
His moans reverberate against her skin, sending vibrations straight to her clit and causing her to moan with increased vigor. Hana can't tell if it's been a minute or an hour; every stroke of his tongue sends flames licking at the base of her spine. When he pulls at her panties with his teeth, Hana reaches down to assist as best she can, hooking the soaked garment with a finger in order to push it around the curve of her mound. She looks down at his face, flushed and breathless, as he runs his tongue up the length of her sex.
God, where did he learn to do that? Hana can only vaguely wonder this before his tongue is delving between her petals, causing her to writhe in his firm grasp. Her head tilts back and her eyes flutter shut as a loud moan rolls past her lips, her hips pressing forward into his mouth as the tip of his tongue slides against her most sensitive areas.
She feels turned inside out, laid bare and vulnerable. The hand not holding her underwear in place moves to cover her mouth with the back of her hand, trying her best to muffle the noises she makes as he tilts her further backwards, exposing all of her. The ache of muscles rarely stretched this far back dully registers as Hana's breath hitches in her throat, the sudden absence of his mouth commanding her full attention.
Her eyes open half-mast as her eyebrows knit together, her lips forming a soft, needy moan. ]
D-Don't stop, [ She half-pleads, shuddering as she feels the warm mixture of juices slide down the length of her pussy. She can't find it in her to be irreverent. Not when he has her posed so lewdly. ] It... It feels so good--
[ Hana whimpers as his mouth finds her thigh, returning to her sex and causing her to draw a stuttering breath. The little flicks of his tongue against her clit cause her to jerk beneath him, unable to move from such a compromising position even though she desperately wants to. The stimulation is almost too much for her as her hands find the bedsheets again, curling into them for support. She feels so close, dancing along the knife-edge of her climax, and every searing stroke of his tongue causes pleasure to spike hot and unrelenting in her gut. ]
J-Jack, I'm--!
[ Hana doesn't have time to finish her sentence as his tongue finishes her, her inner walls greedily contracting as she comes undone. ]