[ if it's even possible, she thinks she might clench down even harder against him when he dips his hand between the vee of her thighs and then retrieves that glistening evidence where they're joined together; it's bright enough in here now for her to see it, that gloss on his fingertips before he slips them into his mouth, one of the most casually obscene things she's ever seen.
it completely plays to her own oral fixation, the tendency she has to lick things, and it makes her slow her pace a little, turn it into more of an idle rocking when he extends his hand towards her lips. she parts them readily, eagerly, draws their thick digits into the heat of her mouth, her moan elicited around them.
it caters to how she likes to be filled in more than one place too, gives her the illusion of that, and eventually she starts to move faster again, thighs lifting and dropping back down onto his while she enthusiastically sucks on his fingers. ]
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it completely plays to her own oral fixation, the tendency she has to lick things, and it makes her slow her pace a little, turn it into more of an idle rocking when he extends his hand towards her lips. she parts them readily, eagerly, draws their thick digits into the heat of her mouth, her moan elicited around them.
it caters to how she likes to be filled in more than one place too, gives her the illusion of that, and eventually she starts to move faster again, thighs lifting and dropping back down onto his while she enthusiastically sucks on his fingers. ]