[ It's the simple pleasures in life, Aranea finds, that are worth the most. Divinity certainly is the color of gold, and while gil will always be her number one, Prompto is slowly making his way to the top of the list. The way he gasps and pants is adorable, and she focuses on her own efforts to get him off before anything else. Intimacy can shove right the fuck off when faced with the way his cock feels as it slides past her lips, over and over, and when she moans, it's because she's legitimately enjoying herself.
It's been a fair while since she's had someone's cock in her throat, and while her practiced gag reflex initially offers some resistance, it quickly warms to the sensation of his crown pushing down past it. Aranea's expression remains focused as she works his cock with her lips and tongue, graceless and savage with her movements, her chin and lips spit-slick. The blowjob she gives him is messy and enthusiastic as the finger she holds against his ass delves deeper with its endeavors.
Aranea's grateful for the breather that she takes, her mouth moving against his balls as her finger continues its slow, hot drag in and out of his tight hole. She marvels at how easily he takes the rest of the digit inside of himself as she runs the flat of her tongue from his taint to the base of his cock, pulling back when he speaks to take in the pretty picture of her finger disappearing into the puckered entrance of his ass. ]
That's the spirit, [ She breathes, gratified by the title he uses to address her. Aranea rewards him by curling the finger inside of him upwards, his insides wrapping hot and tight around her as her mouth slants against the ridge of his cock, their shared fluids messily coating her lips and cheeks as she does so. She rubs her finger in and out of him slowly, wondering at the ease with which he took it in even as she coats her index finger with the slick, sticky mixture she'd spit down the cleft of his cheeks a few moments before. She's slow and methodical when she introduces a second finger into the mix, keeping an eye on his face for any signs of discomfort as she pushes onward. Moving her lips away from his dick, she speaks. ] You've done this before, I see. You're takin' it like a champ.
[ Aranea makes a soft noise when his hands finding her ass again, her hips lifting further upwards to buoy his efforts. His hole clings greedily to her fingers as she alternates thrusting them in and out of him, moving them scissorlike before pressing the both of them firmly past his entrance with a slow, measured pressure. With her own ass exposed, she hums, taking his cock into her mouth again from the newfound angle of his sitting up.
The warm sensation of his slick finger delving between her cheeks is a surprise, but Aranea makes no effort to shy away from it. It's a bit awkward, working like this, but she manages, the fingers she has inside of him curling upwards towards the front of his body, feeling for the round, firm bulb of tissue that she knows is there. It's almost like a battle of attrition at this point, though she's firmly in the lead: she's eager to get him off before he does anything of the sort to her, though the feeling of his finger toying with her certainly feels nice. ]
Whatever you think works, blondie, [ Aranea groans as she cranes her neck back, dipping low onto his cock again before locating her target with her fingers. She's done this enough times to know what generally feels good, though it's different for everyone; very slowly and gently, she makes the famed "come hither" motion with her fingers, their flats pressing against his prostate, gently stroking along the hardened knot as Prompto's insides twist and strain around her digits. ]
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It's been a fair while since she's had someone's cock in her throat, and while her practiced gag reflex initially offers some resistance, it quickly warms to the sensation of his crown pushing down past it. Aranea's expression remains focused as she works his cock with her lips and tongue, graceless and savage with her movements, her chin and lips spit-slick. The blowjob she gives him is messy and enthusiastic as the finger she holds against his ass delves deeper with its endeavors.
Aranea's grateful for the breather that she takes, her mouth moving against his balls as her finger continues its slow, hot drag in and out of his tight hole. She marvels at how easily he takes the rest of the digit inside of himself as she runs the flat of her tongue from his taint to the base of his cock, pulling back when he speaks to take in the pretty picture of her finger disappearing into the puckered entrance of his ass. ]
That's the spirit, [ She breathes, gratified by the title he uses to address her. Aranea rewards him by curling the finger inside of him upwards, his insides wrapping hot and tight around her as her mouth slants against the ridge of his cock, their shared fluids messily coating her lips and cheeks as she does so. She rubs her finger in and out of him slowly, wondering at the ease with which he took it in even as she coats her index finger with the slick, sticky mixture she'd spit down the cleft of his cheeks a few moments before. She's slow and methodical when she introduces a second finger into the mix, keeping an eye on his face for any signs of discomfort as she pushes onward. Moving her lips away from his dick, she speaks. ] You've done this before, I see. You're takin' it like a champ.
[ Aranea makes a soft noise when his hands finding her ass again, her hips lifting further upwards to buoy his efforts. His hole clings greedily to her fingers as she alternates thrusting them in and out of him, moving them scissorlike before pressing the both of them firmly past his entrance with a slow, measured pressure. With her own ass exposed, she hums, taking his cock into her mouth again from the newfound angle of his sitting up.
The warm sensation of his slick finger delving between her cheeks is a surprise, but Aranea makes no effort to shy away from it. It's a bit awkward, working like this, but she manages, the fingers she has inside of him curling upwards towards the front of his body, feeling for the round, firm bulb of tissue that she knows is there. It's almost like a battle of attrition at this point, though she's firmly in the lead: she's eager to get him off before he does anything of the sort to her, though the feeling of his finger toying with her certainly feels nice. ]
Whatever you think works, blondie, [ Aranea groans as she cranes her neck back, dipping low onto his cock again before locating her target with her fingers. She's done this enough times to know what generally feels good, though it's different for everyone; very slowly and gently, she makes the famed "come hither" motion with her fingers, their flats pressing against his prostate, gently stroking along the hardened knot as Prompto's insides twist and strain around her digits. ]