[ Jack's efforts are more than appreciated; Hana's had a tongue between her thighs before, but usually in the form of either an inexperienced or unenthusiastic boyfriend looking to score brownie points to cash in on a later date. Jack's tongue feels like a religious experience as it slides against her, dragging shuddering moans and half-cries past her lips as her body completely gives into the feeling. The region between her legs feels like a warm, soaking mess, his saliva mingling with her juices and coursing wetly downward.
Volume control hadn't seemed so important when she'd been angry, but now that she feels like she's coming apart, the vague awareness that their comrades might be returning soon settles in at the back of her mind. Even if a small, possessive part of her wants people to hear, she knows that the prospect of anyone finding out about them is a markedly Bad idea. For all of her meager efforts, though, the hand muffling her voice does very little by way of silencing her as her moans and whimpers peak in volume with her climax. Hana can do little more than ride it out as Jack's mouth and tongue continue to work her over, left to right, sending sparks flying behind her eyes.
The haze of endorphins leaves Hana warm and dazed, but her attention is immediately commanded by the way Jack's mouth ventures southward, causing her breath to hitch in her throat. The feeling of his tongue dragging against the puckered hole causes her to shiver, the sensation foreign but not by any means unpleasant. Were she able to vocalize effectively past a few slurred words and needy whines, she'd have probably asked to explore that feeling further... but as it stands now, her pussy simply twitches and throbs in response to the stimulus, the now-familiar (but no less effective) feeling of his tongue sliding between her lips causing her to whimper needily. ]
N... Not like that, no. [ She manages to murmur breathlessly, relief flooding her protesting muscles as they're brought back down to the bed. She takes a few deep, open-mouthed breaths before sitting up and blearily grabbing her previously discarded (and conveniently located) shirt with the intent of helping him clean up. ]
Nnnn... Wait. [ She springs into action as soon as he lifts his hand up to clean at his mouth, leaning in to swipe her tongue along his lips before slanting her mouth against his, lightly sucking at his lower lip. It's her mess, so it's only fair that she's the one to clean it up, right? ]
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Volume control hadn't seemed so important when she'd been angry, but now that she feels like she's coming apart, the vague awareness that their comrades might be returning soon settles in at the back of her mind. Even if a small, possessive part of her wants people to hear, she knows that the prospect of anyone finding out about them is a markedly Bad idea. For all of her meager efforts, though, the hand muffling her voice does very little by way of silencing her as her moans and whimpers peak in volume with her climax. Hana can do little more than ride it out as Jack's mouth and tongue continue to work her over, left to right, sending sparks flying behind her eyes.
The haze of endorphins leaves Hana warm and dazed, but her attention is immediately commanded by the way Jack's mouth ventures southward, causing her breath to hitch in her throat. The feeling of his tongue dragging against the puckered hole causes her to shiver, the sensation foreign but not by any means unpleasant. Were she able to vocalize effectively past a few slurred words and needy whines, she'd have probably asked to explore that feeling further... but as it stands now, her pussy simply twitches and throbs in response to the stimulus, the now-familiar (but no less effective) feeling of his tongue sliding between her lips causing her to whimper needily. ]
N... Not like that, no. [ She manages to murmur breathlessly, relief flooding her protesting muscles as they're brought back down to the bed. She takes a few deep, open-mouthed breaths before sitting up and blearily grabbing her previously discarded (and conveniently located) shirt with the intent of helping him clean up. ]
Nnnn... Wait. [ She springs into action as soon as he lifts his hand up to clean at his mouth, leaning in to swipe her tongue along his lips before slanting her mouth against his, lightly sucking at his lower lip. It's her mess, so it's only fair that she's the one to clean it up, right? ]