Annabelle watches Lauren's face, then observes how he strokes his cock—she aches inside, and bites her lip, but it doesn't occur to her what her body is demanding precisely.
When he comes forward and strokes her clit with broad, thirsty swipes of his tongue and circles it, Annabelle shudders hard. She's already half way to orgasm, being so inexperienced and receiving so much visual and tactile stimulation, but she doesn't even know it. She leans back on her elbows, books shifting from the movement, and she finds herself grateful for removing her sweater. She's flushed down to her shoulders.
She puts her legs on either of Lauren's shoulders, her clit giving a defiant pulse or two against his tongue as he works. All of her sex is swollen, and she can barely keep her eyes open anymore.
But that doesn't stop her from fighting to open her eyes to look at him, relishing in watching him so diligently pleasure her. It's igniting something inside of her that she didn't know about, and that something makes her take a rough handful of his hair, rolling her hips up again as if to fuck his mouth. She only does it once, because she doesn't want to disrupt him, but she also craves more intense stimulation.
"Try putting your finger inside of me again." It's too firm to be a suggestion. Her breath is heavy, bits of her hair stuck to her skin. "But keep your mouth there."
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When he comes forward and strokes her clit with broad, thirsty swipes of his tongue and circles it, Annabelle shudders hard. She's already half way to orgasm, being so inexperienced and receiving so much visual and tactile stimulation, but she doesn't even know it. She leans back on her elbows, books shifting from the movement, and she finds herself grateful for removing her sweater. She's flushed down to her shoulders.
She puts her legs on either of Lauren's shoulders, her clit giving a defiant pulse or two against his tongue as he works. All of her sex is swollen, and she can barely keep her eyes open anymore.
But that doesn't stop her from fighting to open her eyes to look at him, relishing in watching him so diligently pleasure her. It's igniting something inside of her that she didn't know about, and that something makes her take a rough handful of his hair, rolling her hips up again as if to fuck his mouth. She only does it once, because she doesn't want to disrupt him, but she also craves more intense stimulation.
"Try putting your finger inside of me again." It's too firm to be a suggestion. Her breath is heavy, bits of her hair stuck to her skin. "But keep your mouth there."