[ intelligence isn't a priority of his right now, as she may imagine. he originally wanted nothing more than fresh air to breathe and eventually somewhere to sleep, but now, his mind is preoccupied with sex. lots and lots of sex in various shades of filth and perversion that would probably make even Aranea blush if she had the faintest of ideas what was going on in his head. βor not. considering the things he has seen her do without even flinching, it may just be intimacy that sends a sharp red on her cheeks.
no intimacy here. not right now. she's set to a task and Prompto isn't to stop her for anything. every little hum and vibration that courses its way through her throat sends tiny jolts of pleasure to his cock that serves as a nice cherry on top of an already spectacular blowjob. she has shown that, once again, she is talented in just about anything that she puts an ounce of effort into. he knew that when she took his dick inside of her as well as she did, and he knows it even more when she constantly deepthroats him like some sort of perverted pro.
but the focus is clearly somewhere else. he knows it and she knows it. ever since her finger's grown curious and began to explore the tight, puckered rim of his hole, he can't stop thinking about what she plans to do. the surprise prodding leaves so many things unanswered, and the idiot in him wants to ask her what she's even committing to such an act for. then he remembers the time he was able to take two fingers all the way to the knuckle, how his prostate was stroked and he practically came on the spot. the idea of her awarding him such a feeling... well, he can't help but sigh happily. if this makes him seem like a bit of a slut, so be it. he's taken worse names from Aranea at this point. ]
Your ass, huh? Seems like the focus is... heh, kinda on mine. But you got it, ma'am.
[ yeah, he remembers what she asked him to call her last time. his cock is left aching in the air for a little while as she juggles between sucking on his balls and building a rhythm of dragging her digit in and out of him. Prompto relaxes his body to the best of his ability, wanting to allow her easy access so that she can feel his insides rub and grind against her. with the mess of spit she leaves on his smooth sac and the noises that are made as she continues her study of his body and what he likes most, it's hard to even focus on his actual photos. eventually he does, looking up at her rounded ass hiked high in the air as if it's begging for attention.
it gets his attention alright. he takes probably one or two pictures of her face obscured by the sight of his cock towering in the air and his balls rubbing against her features, ensuring that the dip of her back and the shape of her backside is caught all the while. not long after would she find his ass naturally clinging to her efforts at fucking him with her fingers, as he begins to lean forward. Aranea would shortly understand why, as he rests his camera on the side to stuff both hands underneath her tight, tight pants and any underwear she may have on. her rear is squeezed by his fingers for the briefest of moments before he's tugging them down until they hug at the bottoms, making for an even better shot when he brings his camera back up.
she wouldn't find him leaning back just yet. instead, he brings a finger to his mouth and sucks on it, working his tongue over the length of it so that it's slathered with his spit. without even thinking of the repercussions, it's brought out with a lewd pop and dragged between the cleft of her cheeks. Prompto would be in disbelief if he took the time to realize he's deliberately stroking his fingertip along the rim of her asshole, smearing the saliva into her while making a few prods of his own. ]
You meant... meant like this, right? 'Cause it's a pretty good view. I'll be sure to send you the pictures later.
[ oh, he's just full of himself. the guy with fingers inside his ass. how ironic. ]
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no intimacy here. not right now. she's set to a task and Prompto isn't to stop her for anything. every little hum and vibration that courses its way through her throat sends tiny jolts of pleasure to his cock that serves as a nice cherry on top of an already spectacular blowjob. she has shown that, once again, she is talented in just about anything that she puts an ounce of effort into. he knew that when she took his dick inside of her as well as she did, and he knows it even more when she constantly deepthroats him like some sort of perverted pro.
but the focus is clearly somewhere else. he knows it and she knows it. ever since her finger's grown curious and began to explore the tight, puckered rim of his hole, he can't stop thinking about what she plans to do. the surprise prodding leaves so many things unanswered, and the idiot in him wants to ask her what she's even committing to such an act for. then he remembers the time he was able to take two fingers all the way to the knuckle, how his prostate was stroked and he practically came on the spot. the idea of her awarding him such a feeling... well, he can't help but sigh happily. if this makes him seem like a bit of a slut, so be it. he's taken worse names from Aranea at this point. ]
Your ass, huh? Seems like the focus is... heh, kinda on mine. But you got it, ma'am.
[ yeah, he remembers what she asked him to call her last time. his cock is left aching in the air for a little while as she juggles between sucking on his balls and building a rhythm of dragging her digit in and out of him. Prompto relaxes his body to the best of his ability, wanting to allow her easy access so that she can feel his insides rub and grind against her. with the mess of spit she leaves on his smooth sac and the noises that are made as she continues her study of his body and what he likes most, it's hard to even focus on his actual photos. eventually he does, looking up at her rounded ass hiked high in the air as if it's begging for attention.
it gets his attention alright. he takes probably one or two pictures of her face obscured by the sight of his cock towering in the air and his balls rubbing against her features, ensuring that the dip of her back and the shape of her backside is caught all the while. not long after would she find his ass naturally clinging to her efforts at fucking him with her fingers, as he begins to lean forward. Aranea would shortly understand why, as he rests his camera on the side to stuff both hands underneath her tight, tight pants and any underwear she may have on. her rear is squeezed by his fingers for the briefest of moments before he's tugging them down until they hug at the bottoms, making for an even better shot when he brings his camera back up.
she wouldn't find him leaning back just yet. instead, he brings a finger to his mouth and sucks on it, working his tongue over the length of it so that it's slathered with his spit. without even thinking of the repercussions, it's brought out with a lewd pop and dragged between the cleft of her cheeks. Prompto would be in disbelief if he took the time to realize he's deliberately stroking his fingertip along the rim of her asshole, smearing the saliva into her while making a few prods of his own. ]
You meant... meant like this, right? 'Cause it's a pretty good view. I'll be sure to send you the pictures later.
[ oh, he's just full of himself. the guy with fingers inside his ass. how ironic. ]