[ it's nothing she would have expected to be this turned on by. maybe it's because she's so sensitive and it feels good to have his warm skin sliding against her own, almost soothing that tenderness with heat that emanates outward until it eases her own twinges in a fuller chest. it's also definitely, definitely the mess of it, the way she can feel those slow streams of milk pouring out from between the spread of her fingers to run over his skin, to render them both good and sticky from it.
the air smells sweeter, hotter now, and she can see more of those little clear-white droplets glistening on his skin, knowing he'll add to it in a second when he comes between them. ]
Oh, God, like that — [ she's bent over him now, knees spread, so wet she thinks she might have soaked through her leggings, although some of it's from her tits too, running down her stomach to soak into the fabric, and when he tenses his thighs beneath her and starts fucking up it's too fast for her to even try to use her mouth so she doesn't, just lets him use her body and the space she's carved out for him to slide his dick into. ]
Give it to me. I want your come all over these tits, Red. [ she lifts her head to look up at him, wanting to watch him arch and buck beneath her, straining against the bed when he veers closer and closer to his climax, and now she's doing everything she can to get him there, including talking him off with some more murmured encouragement. her fingers squeeze again, and she might not even have that much more to squirt onto him but that doesn't mean she won't try to bathe him, to let him feel that filthy-wet spill one more time on his cock and balls. ]
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the air smells sweeter, hotter now, and she can see more of those little clear-white droplets glistening on his skin, knowing he'll add to it in a second when he comes between them. ]
Oh, God, like that — [ she's bent over him now, knees spread, so wet she thinks she might have soaked through her leggings, although some of it's from her tits too, running down her stomach to soak into the fabric, and when he tenses his thighs beneath her and starts fucking up it's too fast for her to even try to use her mouth so she doesn't, just lets him use her body and the space she's carved out for him to slide his dick into. ]
Give it to me. I want your come all over these tits, Red. [ she lifts her head to look up at him, wanting to watch him arch and buck beneath her, straining against the bed when he veers closer and closer to his climax, and now she's doing everything she can to get him there, including talking him off with some more murmured encouragement. her fingers squeeze again, and she might not even have that much more to squirt onto him but that doesn't mean she won't try to bathe him, to let him feel that filthy-wet spill one more time on his cock and balls. ]