[ If there is a more perfect, gratifying sight, she could hardly name it. To pleasure him, to watch his powerful body shudder and shiver under the touch of her tongue, the heat of her mouth. Yes, she has to hastily swallow down, as quickly as she can, to stop from choking on the sheer size of him.

But was that not half the joy of it, really? Hearing the rattle of his breath, the shudder of her name on his lips where he sounds so lost except for her guidance. That sweet pull of fingers in her hair. The rough grate of his voice. Filling her head, her senses and good sense. She truly cannot take all of him, but she wants to. Too eager, and glad to do it, that she pushes up a little better, her tongue lathing against the underside of his cock, as she pulls back and sinks back to take a quicker pace. Her free hand balancing on his hip. That even if it gets the better of him enough to move back against her mouth, she does not relent until it near chokes her. Pulling back, eagerly dragging her tongue against her bottom lip before she moves back to him.

When she has to finally break to take a breath, she moves up, cradling his cock gently against his chest as she takes heaving breathes against his hip, kissing and nuzzling him lovingly. Tilting her head up to look at him with her eyes bright, a clearer, sharper blue in the torrent of her powers, that come up to the surface and make her churn that little bit wild. ] You... you can come... in my mouth? If you want? I do not mind it. I enjoy it? I like it when men... if that is not too much to assume?

[ She sinks her teeth into her lip, in a shy trepidation. Unaware of how it sounds, but she is so earnest. But he is such a gentleman to her, she thinks he would not if she did not say so.

But something about this always, always makes her feel so drunk in a powerful way. ]