In the eight hours that he'd been unconscious, Naomi had taken her time to better analyze the vials of poison she'd been delivered. It was during then that she got ideas about antidotes, jotting them down in her journal on the pages that wouldn't be sent to others, and then proceeded to brewing again. Unless their little poison connoisseur decided to really alter another batch, this would be about as close to a panacea she could brew at this time.
Quite a number of ingredients to gather, and the brewing time would be very extensive with portions needing to be added while the cauldrons simmered, boiled, or stirred.
She had it underway while Dojima bathed, but she wouldn't have another part to worry about for a good five hour. Her fae would warn her fifteen minutes before; and in the meantime, she emerged in her room again from the waters, missing Dojima's shirtless state (maybe) while she rose to her feet.
He might note that her gown was a little more... translucent while she brushed back her hair over her shoulders.
He'd just gotten in the door way, only to see her come through the water. Again, he was transfixed by her transformation. It was odd to him that though he'd found her merform unusual, it wasn't... repulsive to him. If anything, he found it rather pretty...
What was he thinking? He shook his head slightly with his eyes closed, opening them again to a fully human Naomi...
Dojima found his cheeks heating up in spite of himself, covering his face with a hand as realization fully hit him, glancing away for a moment.
...Actually, if he was honest, it wasn't just his face that was feeling heated. Her just... casually walking around, like that...
It was a flush of warmth he hadn't really felt in a long, long while. Thoughts lingered and mingled, idle fantasies he'd quickly shoved aside, only thought of late at night when he was half dreaming and waking. Had that whole stupid charm spell actually ...meant, something?
Lowering his hand, he dropped his shirt to the side, moving towards her bed... sitting down beside her. His hand- cut up and bruised still, reached out to gently touch hers.
"...Anything, I can do to return the kindness you've shown me?"
What did she want from him right now? He'd give it, if he could--
"... Haha, you think I'm doing this expecting repayment? No... besides, I'm not done."
With him sitting down and holding her hand, he's easy enough to seize and push back onto her bed, straddling herself over his lap. Had there been a split in her dress before? No, but she could manipulate her attire.
"We're focusing on here and now... and making sure everything pent up is released out."
A shift of her hips would emphasize her point and she tilted her head, staring at him. There were other ways, of course, but... this was more enjoyable. And it had been a while for her.
"Though, if you don't want to do this, just say the word..."
Annd suddenly he was on his back, with Naomi ontop of him, and m-moving--
Was that a moan? His hand went to cover his mouth again, blushing furiously...
She'd be able to tell no problem that he was receptive to her... advances, with how his pants were tenting some.
"...Doctor's orders?"
He pulled his hand away from his mouth, moving to rest his hands on her hips, fingers carefully sliding along that silky outfit of hers...staring up at her with obvious appreciation.
"I'd... like to, do this."
...When did his voice get so husky? That quickly, huh...?
Awe, what a moan... but she could imagine, it had been a while for her, but likely years for him. And she doubts he'd be interested in a sleeve.
"Doctor's orders, Detective."
His hands at her hips, and his consent, she brought a hand to her shoulder and slipped one strap down, repeating the same on the other shoulder. And unlike her usual attire, this one came away from her chest with no difficulty.
"And it's going to be every drop."
While he may be distracted by her breasts, her other hand didn't hesitate to move down to his pants, fingers slipping beneath enough to brush his bulge.
Nope, it was just his hands for the last few years; like he'd even know how to order one of those toys, or not feel embarrassed using one. Not that he hadn't thought about it, but...
There was a bit of a sheepish smile as her response, nodding his head. Alright, he'd not listened to the good doctor when he should have... he'd obey her orders for now.
He swallowed thickly as she used his own hands to gently pull down those dress straps-- it sliding gracefully down her body in a way that almost seemed... hypnotic.
Once she let go of his hands, he... carefully, gently cupped her breasts, feeling how soft they were, how they filled his palm completely, almost over flowing.
"...R-right, to the last--
His breath hitched as she touched his length, hidden in his loosened pants, already warm and thrumming with arousal.
"--drop..."
And to that end, he leaned up slightly... pressing his lips to her breast... then slightly down, to her nipple. Looking up at her questioningly, asking permission to continue.
She didn't answer once she caught her eye. Instead, she leaned into his hands and pushed her breasts against his face, smiling slyly. If it was going to help him get up and going, this was fine.
Having adjusted her position to smother him, of course, meant raising her hips a little - but a little was enough to push his loose pants down. Her nails skimmed over his pelvis and shortly enough, her fingers were able to wrap around his shaft and stroke it up, out of his pants' hemline.
His eyes went wide as she pressed herself more fully against him, flushing even redder. G-god, she really knew how to throw him off balance...
But like hell he was going to ignore this invitation, not when... his chest was pounding like this, arousal and something else coursing through him.
He pressed a kiss against her collarbone, and then the valley between her breasts, eyes hooding as he took in her scent. Like the tide, like walking through a forest at the same time... and something else, distinctly 'Naomi'.
Dojima could definitely see himself getting used to this scent...
His hands busied themselves with her front, fingers soothing over soft mounds, before his thumb trailed along one of her nipples, rubbing it carefully as his kisses continued.
So distracted, he could only moan again as her finger nails danced along his hips, a-and then...
"H-hahn..."
Pulled his length free, already beginning to become slick with precum, twitching beneath her fingers.
Looks like she succeeded in thoroughly engrossing him into their activities, and she hummed, feeling a pleasantly small shiver as he handled her breasts. Of course she knew they were an aspect most people liked and wanted to feel, but not enough got to tease them often.
Hand drawing up his entire length, she could already feel his precum dribbling into her palm, but that was good. Rubbing down and up, she slicked him down to lessen the friction between flesh and allow herself to rub him faster.
"I take requests sometimes... if you want to feel something different..." she whispered, chuckling under her breath. It had just been too long since she made someone squirm this way.
Well, her breast were very... very (amazing, beautiful, practically perfect--) nice, but they weren't all he liked about her. Far from it...
If it was just her physical appearance, this wouldn't be happening at all.
At each of her touches, she pulled sounds from him-- groans, sighs, hitched breath-- despite his attempts, he was unable to silence himself. And lord knows he was shivering from each stroke of her hand. In returned, he buried his face between her breasts, hands rubbing, massaging, gently rolling her nipples between his forefinger and thumb...
But her whisper made him shudder, thinking... about so many things they could do...
"I-I... wouldn't know where to start, there's a lotta choice, but..."
One hand let go of a breast, sliding down along her stomach... to rest just above her mound, staring up at her.
"'Return the favor'? Hm... do you really think you can?"
She said it in such way to challenge him. And if he wanted to return the favor, he'd have to get out of her breasts which he was busy fondling, and stop her hand from stroking his arousal faster. Her thumb rolled over his tip, gathering more precum to spread further.
The distance between their bodies was dropping as she shifted on his hips and brought herself closer to being properly on top of him.
She was as entrancing as a siren, but Dojima was sure he could please her...
Giving her breasts one last kiss, he shifted back from her (a little reluctantly), his free hand reaching over to gently halt her ministrations, a soft sound escaping him. Guiding her hand to his lips, he pressed a soft kiss on the inside of her wrist, eyes closed in appreciation of her.
Letting go, again, he looked up at her from lidded eyes.
"... I'm better with my lips in other ways than talking," Bold of him, but this was something he was pretty confident in.
"You prefer sitting against pillows, or sitting on top for that?"
"Could, but you sounded rather eager if I remained on top..."
Or maybe that eagerness was more to actually help himself to her. She was pretty sure, in her world, this was what they called 'thirsty', but she only smirked at him before shifting her position.
Off his lap, she soon sat reverse, straddling over his face with her hands resting on his chest and stomach, knees supporting her weight.
"Enjoy yourself while I take care of this... swelling..."
The hand on his stomach slid down as she bent forward, and soon, she was holding his erection again.
He didn't get to finish before she started moving, but that flush at his cheeks actually had reached his ears now. G-geez, was she just trying to set him off balance?
But suddenly, her lower half was presented to him, making that heat rise even higher, his cock twitching hard at the sight before him--
His hands were moving before he even noticed, pushing aside the rest of her dress to hold onto her thighs, using his thumb to gently spread her folds--
Glancing at him when she felt his fingers prodding at her folds, she almost laughed. Still, he would see she was aroused - perhaps not close to the fantasies porn often depicted, but she was slick nonetheless - enough that he wouldn't have any issues exploring with his fingers and definitely not with his tongue.
Turning her attention on her own goal, she pushed his pants down lower to get him out completely, her breasts pillowing on his pelvis as she settled herself on him and resumed her previous stroking.
Porn was never realistic, and he preferred real life anyway.
He stared a little, transfixed by just... god. Seeing a woman's body like this again after so long...
He didn't waste any time-- wouldn't dream of it, as he quickly leaned his head forward, drawing his tongue gently along the curve of her inner folds, keeping his touch feather light at first.
...Shit, he'd missed this, he could already tell--
"M-mn..."
O-only to feel those pillowy-soft breasts press against his groin, stroking him--
Ohh, he was gonna lose this, he was sure, but he wouldn't ever back down from pleasing his partner.
Slowly his tongue would move-- up and down, criss crossing, just getting a feeling for her body, as his fingers squeezed her thighs experimentally. He avoided her clit for the moment, wanting to learns her ins and outs himself... but soon--
She felt him use his tongue alright, but his actions were quite exploratory - not for lack of experience of course. He had been married so he had done this before, but his actions were ill-practiced and probing, more to warm-up to the experience again before he tried more.
She did like it though.
Not that it's enough to stop her from rubbing him faster and pressing her mouth to his tip. Parting her lips, she didn't do so to take him in, but he would feeling her exhale, feel her stroke, and she wanted to see how he reacted to that.
Ugh, yeah. He knew he was out of practice, but he was determined to 'catch up' s to speak.
Okay, he could do this, e-even with that, increase of speed, and her lips on his cock head, warm breath making his hips jolt despite himself.
F-focus! Damnit, focus...
Tipping his head back, he pressed a kiss to her lower lips, here, there, all along, sucking folds at her with concentrated effort, watching for any sounds, tremors, movements that'd show him where she liked.
One hand shifted, so that his thumb could gently explore, looking for her clit properly. Some women preferred direct stimulation, but for others it required a more careful approach. He'd figure out what she wanted...
As he started to slip his tongue teasingly into her entrance.
He was managing to hold on, but it felt like barely if his tremors were any indication. Just part of that stubborn nature, but she was fine with it.
Unlike him, she had a little more control. Her signals were differences to her sighs, a fainter, more appropriate moan escaping her when he did manage to find her clit. As for his tongue, she was willing to shift her hips and press a little closer; let him get further in.
Of course, now her own mouth was at place as she still pumped, tongue circling her glans before she enclosed her lips around him, letting him feel her mouth. Only a teaser though as she sucked and pulled away with a soft pop.
He rubbed the pad of his thumb against the sensitive nub, spreading her juices to make it easier- make it feel better, gentle movements first, and then a bit more pressure, and then less. Faster, and slower... trying to gauge her reponses.
Meanwhile, he responded to her encouragement by pressing his lips more fully against her lower ones, kissing her deeply, stroking his tongue all around her--
She'd feel his moan as much as hear it as she suckd on his tip, his hips thrusting up despite himself, a pearl of precum forming on his cock tip. His sack was already so heavy, cock twitching from all her teasing--
But that just fueled him to go further, stretching his tongue deeper, using the tension to push his focus towards just her, just pleasing her--
Curling, lapping, stroking... his thumb pressed more firmly, rubbing more consistently.
Curious... It's not every day one finds a man well-versed in oral stimulation or interested in performing it. His actions were still more probing than anything, but she would slip and moan when he was slower and applying a little more pressure.
But that's not enough to stop her either. She could take more of him into her mouth, her fingers pumping the length she'd yet to reach faster; and her throat bobbed as she swallowed his precum. Her other hand, which hadn't taken any reach action, now reached beneath his cock and cupped his balls, her thumb rubbing one tightened sac.
Mmm, his tongue wasn't getting deep enough; she'd prefer if he added his fingers - or kept curling and lapping to make use of its width. Not that she was going to tell him with her mouth bobbing down on more of him.
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Quite a number of ingredients to gather, and the brewing time would be very extensive with portions needing to be added while the cauldrons simmered, boiled, or stirred.
She had it underway while Dojima bathed, but she wouldn't have another part to worry about for a good five hour. Her fae would warn her fifteen minutes before; and in the meantime, she emerged in her room again from the waters, missing Dojima's shirtless state (maybe) while she rose to her feet.
He might note that her gown was a little more... translucent while she brushed back her hair over her shoulders.
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He'd just gotten in the door way, only to see her come through the water. Again, he was transfixed by her transformation. It was odd to him that though he'd found her merform unusual, it wasn't... repulsive to him. If anything, he found it rather pretty...
What was he thinking? He shook his head slightly with his eyes closed, opening them again to a fully human Naomi...
... was her dress...?
"Sorry if I took too long in there."
This was...
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Her dress was, and if he looked closer as she approached a shelf, there wasn't anything beneath. Turning, she walked over to her bed and sat down.
Her eyes flitted towards his direction.
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Dojima found his cheeks heating up in spite of himself, covering his face with a hand as realization fully hit him, glancing away for a moment.
...Actually, if he was honest, it wasn't just his face that was feeling heated. Her just... casually walking around, like that...
It was a flush of warmth he hadn't really felt in a long, long while. Thoughts lingered and mingled, idle fantasies he'd quickly shoved aside, only thought of late at night when he was half dreaming and waking. Had that whole stupid charm spell actually ...meant, something?
Lowering his hand, he dropped his shirt to the side, moving towards her bed... sitting down beside her. His hand- cut up and bruised still, reached out to gently touch hers.
"...Anything, I can do to return the kindness you've shown me?"
What did she want from him right now? He'd give it, if he could--
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With him sitting down and holding her hand, he's easy enough to seize and push back onto her bed, straddling herself over his lap. Had there been a split in her dress before? No, but she could manipulate her attire.
"We're focusing on here and now... and making sure everything pent up is released out."
A shift of her hips would emphasize her point and she tilted her head, staring at him. There were other ways, of course, but... this was more enjoyable. And it had been a while for her.
"Though, if you don't want to do this, just say the word..."
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Annd suddenly he was on his back, with Naomi ontop of him, and m-moving--
Was that a moan? His hand went to cover his mouth again, blushing furiously...
She'd be able to tell no problem that he was receptive to her... advances, with how his pants were tenting some.
"...Doctor's orders?"
He pulled his hand away from his mouth, moving to rest his hands on her hips, fingers carefully sliding along that silky outfit of hers...staring up at her with obvious appreciation.
"I'd... like to, do this."
...When did his voice get so husky? That quickly, huh...?
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"Doctor's orders, Detective."
His hands at her hips, and his consent, she brought a hand to her shoulder and slipped one strap down, repeating the same on the other shoulder. And unlike her usual attire, this one came away from her chest with no difficulty.
"And it's going to be every drop."
While he may be distracted by her breasts, her other hand didn't hesitate to move down to his pants, fingers slipping beneath enough to brush his bulge.
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There was a bit of a sheepish smile as her response, nodding his head. Alright, he'd not listened to the good doctor when he should have... he'd obey her orders for now.
He swallowed thickly as she used his own hands to gently pull down those dress straps-- it sliding gracefully down her body in a way that almost seemed... hypnotic.
Once she let go of his hands, he... carefully, gently cupped her breasts, feeling how soft they were, how they filled his palm completely, almost over flowing.
"...R-right, to the last--
His breath hitched as she touched his length, hidden in his loosened pants, already warm and thrumming with arousal.
"--drop..."
And to that end, he leaned up slightly... pressing his lips to her breast... then slightly down, to her nipple. Looking up at her questioningly, asking permission to continue.
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Having adjusted her position to smother him, of course, meant raising her hips a little - but a little was enough to push his loose pants down. Her nails skimmed over his pelvis and shortly enough, her fingers were able to wrap around his shaft and stroke it up, out of his pants' hemline.
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His eyes went wide as she pressed herself more fully against him, flushing even redder. G-god, she really knew how to throw him off balance...
But like hell he was going to ignore this invitation, not when... his chest was pounding like this, arousal and something else coursing through him.
He pressed a kiss against her collarbone, and then the valley between her breasts, eyes hooding as he took in her scent. Like the tide, like walking through a forest at the same time... and something else, distinctly 'Naomi'.
Dojima could definitely see himself getting used to this scent...
His hands busied themselves with her front, fingers soothing over soft mounds, before his thumb trailed along one of her nipples, rubbing it carefully as his kisses continued.
So distracted, he could only moan again as her finger nails danced along his hips, a-and then...
"H-hahn..."
Pulled his length free, already beginning to become slick with precum, twitching beneath her fingers.
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Hand drawing up his entire length, she could already feel his precum dribbling into her palm, but that was good. Rubbing down and up, she slicked him down to lessen the friction between flesh and allow herself to rub him faster.
"I take requests sometimes... if you want to feel something different..." she whispered, chuckling under her breath. It had just been too long since she made someone squirm this way.
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If it was just her physical appearance, this wouldn't be happening at all.
At each of her touches, she pulled sounds from him-- groans, sighs, hitched breath-- despite his attempts, he was unable to silence himself. And lord knows he was shivering from each stroke of her hand. In returned, he buried his face between her breasts, hands rubbing, massaging, gently rolling her nipples between his forefinger and thumb...
But her whisper made him shudder, thinking... about so many things they could do...
"I-I... wouldn't know where to start, there's a lotta choice, but..."
One hand let go of a breast, sliding down along her stomach... to rest just above her mound, staring up at her.
"... I'd return the favour."
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She said it in such way to challenge him. And if he wanted to return the favor, he'd have to get out of her breasts which he was busy fondling, and stop her hand from stroking his arousal faster. Her thumb rolled over his tip, gathering more precum to spread further.
The distance between their bodies was dropping as she shifted on his hips and brought herself closer to being properly on top of him.
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She was as entrancing as a siren, but Dojima was sure he could please her...
Giving her breasts one last kiss, he shifted back from her (a little reluctantly), his free hand reaching over to gently halt her ministrations, a soft sound escaping him. Guiding her hand to his lips, he pressed a soft kiss on the inside of her wrist, eyes closed in appreciation of her.
Letting go, again, he looked up at her from lidded eyes.
"... I'm better with my lips in other ways than talking," Bold of him, but this was something he was pretty confident in.
"You prefer sitting against pillows, or sitting on top for that?"
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Hand aloft after his kiss, she pressed a finger on his lips, amused.
"We'll see about that." And only those two options? Sitting up slowly on his lap, she shook her head.
"No... we're doing this at the same time."
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He paused as she pressed her finger against his lips, smiling back at her, kissing her finger as she moved.
Though... ah, that's what she wanted to do? It'd been a long while since he'd done something like that...
"...Sounds like a good time to me. Side by side?"
Less pressure that way than her on top or him on top, after all.
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Or maybe that eagerness was more to actually help himself to her. She was pretty sure, in her world, this was what they called 'thirsty', but she only smirked at him before shifting her position.
Off his lap, she soon sat reverse, straddling over his face with her hands resting on his chest and stomach, knees supporting her weight.
"Enjoy yourself while I take care of this... swelling..."
The hand on his stomach slid down as she bent forward, and soon, she was holding his erection again.
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He didn't get to finish before she started moving, but that flush at his cheeks actually had reached his ears now. G-geez, was she just trying to set him off balance?
But suddenly, her lower half was presented to him, making that heat rise even higher, his cock twitching hard at the sight before him--
His hands were moving before he even noticed, pushing aside the rest of her dress to hold onto her thighs, using his thumb to gently spread her folds--
Just how slick was she already?
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Glancing at him when she felt his fingers prodding at her folds, she almost laughed. Still, he would see she was aroused - perhaps not close to the fantasies porn often depicted, but she was slick nonetheless - enough that he wouldn't have any issues exploring with his fingers and definitely not with his tongue.
Turning her attention on her own goal, she pushed his pants down lower to get him out completely, her breasts pillowing on his pelvis as she settled herself on him and resumed her previous stroking.
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He stared a little, transfixed by just... god. Seeing a woman's body like this again after so long...
He didn't waste any time-- wouldn't dream of it, as he quickly leaned his head forward, drawing his tongue gently along the curve of her inner folds, keeping his touch feather light at first.
...Shit, he'd missed this, he could already tell--
"M-mn..."
O-only to feel those pillowy-soft breasts press against his groin, stroking him--
Ohh, he was gonna lose this, he was sure, but he wouldn't ever back down from pleasing his partner.
Slowly his tongue would move-- up and down, criss crossing, just getting a feeling for her body, as his fingers squeezed her thighs experimentally. He avoided her clit for the moment, wanting to learns her ins and outs himself... but soon--
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She did like it though.
Not that it's enough to stop her from rubbing him faster and pressing her mouth to his tip. Parting her lips, she didn't do so to take him in, but he would feeling her exhale, feel her stroke, and she wanted to see how he reacted to that.
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Okay, he could do this, e-even with that, increase of speed, and her lips on his cock head, warm breath making his hips jolt despite himself.
F-focus! Damnit, focus...
Tipping his head back, he pressed a kiss to her lower lips, here, there, all along, sucking folds at her with concentrated effort, watching for any sounds, tremors, movements that'd show him where she liked.
One hand shifted, so that his thumb could gently explore, looking for her clit properly. Some women preferred direct stimulation, but for others it required a more careful approach. He'd figure out what she wanted...
As he started to slip his tongue teasingly into her entrance.
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Unlike him, she had a little more control. Her signals were differences to her sighs, a fainter, more appropriate moan escaping her when he did manage to find her clit. As for his tongue, she was willing to shift her hips and press a little closer; let him get further in.
Of course, now her own mouth was at place as she still pumped, tongue circling her glans before she enclosed her lips around him, letting him feel her mouth. Only a teaser though as she sucked and pulled away with a soft pop.
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He rubbed the pad of his thumb against the sensitive nub, spreading her juices to make it easier- make it feel better, gentle movements first, and then a bit more pressure, and then less. Faster, and slower... trying to gauge her reponses.
Meanwhile, he responded to her encouragement by pressing his lips more fully against her lower ones, kissing her deeply, stroking his tongue all around her--
She'd feel his moan as much as hear it as she suckd on his tip, his hips thrusting up despite himself, a pearl of precum forming on his cock tip. His sack was already so heavy, cock twitching from all her teasing--
But that just fueled him to go further, stretching his tongue deeper, using the tension to push his focus towards just her, just pleasing her--
Curling, lapping, stroking... his thumb pressed more firmly, rubbing more consistently.
God, she tasted so good, though--
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But that's not enough to stop her either. She could take more of him into her mouth, her fingers pumping the length she'd yet to reach faster; and her throat bobbed as she swallowed his precum. Her other hand, which hadn't taken any reach action, now reached beneath his cock and cupped his balls, her thumb rubbing one tightened sac.
Mmm, his tongue wasn't getting deep enough; she'd prefer if he added his fingers - or kept curling and lapping to make use of its width. Not that she was going to tell him with her mouth bobbing down on more of him.
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