[ Aranea is smug in the knowledge that Prompto has completely forgotten his discomfort, his body reacting easily to the way she toys with it. For someone who hadn't planned for this to happen, the Commodore certainly works with intention, every stroke of her fingers and tongue measured and devastating. She's singleminded in her goal of getting him off, practically living in the way he moans and whimpers underneath her ministrations.
She purrs her appreciation towards his compliance, eyelashes fluttering as his cock jerks within her grasp. While Aranea does her best to diligently lap up the pre beading from his head, it doesn't do her much good. She almost laments the way his hand drops from her hair, but she makes no effort to slow or stop. Her eyes meet his when he props himself up, and she chuckles, low and dark, as she takes him all the way to the base. Her throat constricts around the blunt head of his cock but she soldiers on, humming softly at the sound of his labored breathing. When he speaks, she makes a noise like a chuckle, muddled by the way his cock is stuffed between her lips.
It's not a particularly intelligent statement on his end, but she finds it cute, in a way. It's certainly a very Prompto thing to say, and that's done wonders for her thus far. She certainly has no intention of spitting, in any case, and every throb of his shaft only serves to keep her on her toes for the inevitable spurt of his seed down the back of her throat.
Aranea moans softly, appreciative as his hips jerk upwards. She wouldn't argue that his balls are quite nice, heavy and laden with cum, but they aren't her focus at the moment. She smirks when he yelps, no mean feat with her mouth full of his cock, but she continues to gently circle and press her fingertip against his ass hole. What does surprise her is the way he almost immediately falls right into it, and she arches a brow as he rummages around over the side of their current perch.
When his camera comes into view, Aranea exhales softly. She should've expected as much sooner, and she decides to reward his willingness to go along with her exploratory ventures by redoubling the efforts of her mouth working his cock, her head dipping and bobbing with more gusto when she knows that he has his camera focused on her. She runs the flat of her tongue along the underside of his shaft with each pass of her lips over his length, and she all but strikes a pose for him as he snaps away, the hand at his rear gently pushing her finger against the tight ring of muscle that she's been toying with this entire time.
Aranea pulls away momentarily with a slick pop as his cock falls from her lips, arching her back and lifting her hips into the air. She dips low in order to almost lazily slide her tongue against the curve of his balls, lightly kissing and very gently suckling at the delicate flesh of his sack before spitting a collected glob of spit and precum onto his taint, allowing it to slide downwards to where her finger is slowly beginning to part his entrance. She looks up into the lens of his camera and gives him a devil of a smile, the hand not playing with his ass encircling the root of his shaft and ensuring that his cock doesn't go neglected. ]
Make sure you get my ass in the shot, [ She purrs, amused by the way his hips bear down against her finger. Gently twisting her wrist, Aranea utilizes the lubrication she's provided for her efforts in order to work her finger further in past the narrow rim of his hole, going slow as she pushes past the tight entrance. She curls her finger as her mouth playfully toys with his balls, withdrawing the digit before pressing forward to her second knuckle, teasing and hot. ]
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She purrs her appreciation towards his compliance, eyelashes fluttering as his cock jerks within her grasp. While Aranea does her best to diligently lap up the pre beading from his head, it doesn't do her much good. She almost laments the way his hand drops from her hair, but she makes no effort to slow or stop. Her eyes meet his when he props himself up, and she chuckles, low and dark, as she takes him all the way to the base. Her throat constricts around the blunt head of his cock but she soldiers on, humming softly at the sound of his labored breathing. When he speaks, she makes a noise like a chuckle, muddled by the way his cock is stuffed between her lips.
It's not a particularly intelligent statement on his end, but she finds it cute, in a way. It's certainly a very Prompto thing to say, and that's done wonders for her thus far. She certainly has no intention of spitting, in any case, and every throb of his shaft only serves to keep her on her toes for the inevitable spurt of his seed down the back of her throat.
Aranea moans softly, appreciative as his hips jerk upwards. She wouldn't argue that his balls are quite nice, heavy and laden with cum, but they aren't her focus at the moment. She smirks when he yelps, no mean feat with her mouth full of his cock, but she continues to gently circle and press her fingertip against his ass hole. What does surprise her is the way he almost immediately falls right into it, and she arches a brow as he rummages around over the side of their current perch.
When his camera comes into view, Aranea exhales softly. She should've expected as much sooner, and she decides to reward his willingness to go along with her exploratory ventures by redoubling the efforts of her mouth working his cock, her head dipping and bobbing with more gusto when she knows that he has his camera focused on her. She runs the flat of her tongue along the underside of his shaft with each pass of her lips over his length, and she all but strikes a pose for him as he snaps away, the hand at his rear gently pushing her finger against the tight ring of muscle that she's been toying with this entire time.
Aranea pulls away momentarily with a slick pop as his cock falls from her lips, arching her back and lifting her hips into the air. She dips low in order to almost lazily slide her tongue against the curve of his balls, lightly kissing and very gently suckling at the delicate flesh of his sack before spitting a collected glob of spit and precum onto his taint, allowing it to slide downwards to where her finger is slowly beginning to part his entrance. She looks up into the lens of his camera and gives him a devil of a smile, the hand not playing with his ass encircling the root of his shaft and ensuring that his cock doesn't go neglected. ]
Make sure you get my ass in the shot, [ She purrs, amused by the way his hips bear down against her finger. Gently twisting her wrist, Aranea utilizes the lubrication she's provided for her efforts in order to work her finger further in past the narrow rim of his hole, going slow as she pushes past the tight entrance. She curls her finger as her mouth playfully toys with his balls, withdrawing the digit before pressing forward to her second knuckle, teasing and hot. ]