[ He almost -- almost -- regrets it when she slides up off his dick, the cold air replacing the heat of her mouth, but when she hooks her fingertips under the hem of her sweatshirt and pulls it off all doubts fly from his mind. He watches her with a sleepy hunger, gaze caught by the bounce of her pierced tits, the flash of her pale thighs as she wriggles out of her leggings, a teasing pink flash of her cunt as she manoeuvres around.
It's more than he's seen of her body all at once, and this time she's in the soft even sunlight coming through the windows, almost glowing, her tattoos dark brushstrokes over her skin. He drinks in the sight of her, his dick throbbing as she climbs up his body, almost unable to grasp the cosmic luck that's allowed him to be here.
He curves his left palm around her thigh as she settles over him, not to hold her down, but wanting to feel that smooth softness under his fingertips. He barely waits for her to offer permission, lifting his head up to bury his face between her legs with boyish eagerness, inhaling the smell of sleep and sweat and the unique note of her body that seems to sing through him. Groaning in the back of his throat, he licks a broad and grateful stripe over her clit and into the wetness of her cunt, lapping at her like he's determined not to let a moment be wasted. ]
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It's more than he's seen of her body all at once, and this time she's in the soft even sunlight coming through the windows, almost glowing, her tattoos dark brushstrokes over her skin. He drinks in the sight of her, his dick throbbing as she climbs up his body, almost unable to grasp the cosmic luck that's allowed him to be here.
He curves his left palm around her thigh as she settles over him, not to hold her down, but wanting to feel that smooth softness under his fingertips. He barely waits for her to offer permission, lifting his head up to bury his face between her legs with boyish eagerness, inhaling the smell of sleep and sweat and the unique note of her body that seems to sing through him. Groaning in the back of his throat, he licks a broad and grateful stripe over her clit and into the wetness of her cunt, lapping at her like he's determined not to let a moment be wasted. ]