[ The sound she made when he pulled out of her is one she might be embarrassed about later, it was one of extreme protest as she tried to grab at him and it sounded something like "no, no, neeeew---". Because when he gave her that hard thrust, she'd let out a loud, excited moan, her lips having curved into wickedly pleased smirk. But when it's clear where his mouth is going, she quiets her protests immediately, gasping when his mouth found it's new home between her thigh.
The skin he was kissing was wetter than wet, she was still slick from her orgasm and even slicker from the thorough pounding he'd been giving her just moments before. And if he liked the way she'd gripped his head before, her hand moved to tangle through his hair again, trying to pull his tongue where she wanted it. Because fuck being timid right now, they'd already had sex, this wasn't some new experience beyond the fact that she was sober (or well, hungover) and they were alone. He'd been inside of her in more than one way last night.
Gripping his head, she starts to rock her hips, trying to, basically, fuck his face, her other hand moving to grip the sheets beneath her.]
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The skin he was kissing was wetter than wet, she was still slick from her orgasm and even slicker from the thorough pounding he'd been giving her just moments before. And if he liked the way she'd gripped his head before, her hand moved to tangle through his hair again, trying to pull his tongue where she wanted it. Because fuck being timid right now, they'd already had sex, this wasn't some new experience beyond the fact that she was sober (or well, hungover) and they were alone. He'd been inside of her in more than one way last night.
Gripping his head, she starts to rock her hips, trying to, basically, fuck his face, her other hand moving to grip the sheets beneath her.]