[Her head tilts and her mouth parts to assist in deepening the kiss with a low, pleased noise at the feel of his tongue against hers.
Her back arches as his hands smooth south to her rear, pushing more of her into his hands, not that either of them needs the encouragement, her legs instinctively wrapping around him. Another noise of approval escapes her at this new angle, one she doesn't often get at her height, and the rhythm of the kiss is broken slightly by a smile.
No matter, it's a good opportunity to catch his lower lip in her teeth as she pulls back enough to maneuver hungry kisses and nibbles along his jaw and neck until she reaches more skin than beard. Well, if he lets her deviate that far, that is.]
[As much as he'd like to continue kissing her, the light nibbles down his jawline sufficiently distract him from that aim. His eyes flutter closed and a low growl rumbles in his throat. He does start to slowly step backward in the direction of his bed. He doesn't need to look backward to know where it is. He falls backward onto the bed, bringing her down with him atop of him.]
[It feels as though she wants everything all at once, which probably explains her hands moving down to pull open his robes as far as they will go so she can clear a path for that busy mouth of hers. The growl encourages her to drag teeth and leave claiming marks the length of that hungry trail.
The impact with the bed breaks her mouth's journey with a feminine noise of surprise that's very Velma, her legs moving just in time to escape being pinned beneath him. That noise, then rolls into her a lower hum as she moves to sit up and adjust herself so that her hips are more squarely over his, all while her hands find his belt to be rid of it.]
You're one to talk. [Obi-Wan notes a bit breathless as she moves to start taking off his tunic and belt. With the location of her hips, she's likely to feel that same growing erection that she'd felt while possessed. Except for this time, it's only the two of them. No one else.
A single hand reaches in her direction. He doesn't touch her with it, but there is a flick of his wrist and she'll find her orange sweater moving upward and off her body of its own accord, provided she lifts up her arms.]
[The belt's an easy task, and she momentarily debates keeping it in hand for restraining him. In the end, she tosses it aside and shifts her focus to the feel of him pressing and growing against her through a few fabric layers, her hips grinding slowly and purposefully to encourage him. At a few points, she can't help but shudder as the friction hits her just right too.
It doesn't take long for Velma to understand what he's doing with his hand, and the excitement is almost tangible as a grin splits her features. And so, as though she's on the best sort of roller coaster, she raises her arms over her head expectantly.
Spoiler alert: General Obi-Wan Kenobi is the best roller coaster. Or will be. She's determined.
She's wearing a bra and surprisingly no tank top, leaving her Devil's mark tattoo visible along with healed scars at her left wrist as though she tried to cut off the limb there. There are also defensive scars from what looks like a knife on her right arm, long, shallow slashes that look to have been frenzied. For now, the other tattoo and Hell accumulated scars aren't visible from this angle.]
[Her grinding on him is more than a little distracting, his eyes fluttering shut and jaw clenching. Once her shirt is off, he's momentarily pulled from his arousal. He sits up with her still in his lap, a finger reaching out to run along the scars on her left wrist. Obi-Wan notices the others too, of course. His brow furrows, lifting the wrist to press his lips against the scarring. His eyes quickly switch back to hungry at her words.]
I would remind you to have patience... but I don't have any myself, right now.
[He pulls his tunic, loosening the fabric at the waist and then tugging it over his head. Obi-Wan's earned no scars here, but he's not without them. Battle wounds from a life hard-lived. The most recent small burns in spots on his shoulders and chest from the lava spray on Mustafar.]
[To see the great Jedi start to unravel like this imbues her with a great feeling of power, paired with a curling of heat through her. She can't help but dampen her lower lip, quieting and softening momentarily when he presses lips to her scars. Fingers curl against his beard as her own eyes flutter at the touch.
But like him, the possessive hunger is quick to return, keenly watching as he sheds his tunic.]
What? Don't fancy being a hypocrite today?
[He receives a smirk as her attention falls to consume the revealed flesh, hands moving to trace the lines of muscles beneath, pausing at a few of the scars before closing the distance drag her lips along the curve of his shoulder and down to his collarbone.]
The sight of you alone makes patience... Difficult. [She murmurs between kisses and drags of her teeth.] But your taste...? I need more.
[That retort about him being a hypocrite earns her a playful pinch on the backside as she moves back down to run her mouth along his neck. He shudders, her words causing him to grind himself upward against her in search of some glorious friction.] Then taste away, Velma. I'm not stopping you.
[That pinch earns a squeak of sorts, and while she laughs against his skin, she also purposefully nips and sucks a mark on him in retaliation, even as his verbal response spurs her as southward as possible without shifting her hips away from rocking against him.]
Pants.
[She growls softly through a moan against the line of his collar bone, his grind upward having found some glorious friction in just the right spot for her.]
[He shudders, trying to keep himself from going mad. This is a lot. A lot more than they've done so far, but he doesn't want to wait and doesn't want to take it slow. He needs her.
Although it seems as though she's not moving to allow him to remove said pants. He decides then to use the Force once more to lift her up a few inches in the air enough for him to slide them off along with his underclothes, revealing his cock that's straining for long-overdue attention. Slowly he lowers her back down on top of him.]
[Honestly he's a capable space wizard and she's happily occupying her mouth and hands with the skin provided to her. At least until he lifts her with the Force and her attention hungrily focus down between them to the grand reveal, mouth parting and eyes widening in several long moments of reverence.
Well hello there sir.
Later, there will be lightsaber jokes and playful teases, but for now there's only appreciation and an eager apprehension beneath the thick layer of possessive needs, which take hold the moment he replaces her on top of him. A low groan escapes Velma, and her immediate instinct is to rock her heat against the underside of him, the fabric damp from her arousal at this point.
She straightens so that she's searching his face with her heady gaze, searching for something. Permission, or maybe guidance.]
I can't decide how I want to enjoy you next. [She admits, leaning in to taste his mouth again, dragging out the kiss before pulling back just enough to speak.] The ghost wasn't lying about me. I enjoy a cock in my mouth.
[Her words elicit a low hungry groan. He can barely keep it together as it is with the way she's grinding herself against him, her arousal so thick he can smell it. He's no idea where he wants her either, truthfully. All he knows is that he needs more. His cock pulses underneath her as he contemplates and envisions them all.]
Then, perhaps... we should start there. ['Start there' being the important part. He's no plans to leave it only at that.] We also need to get you out of those clothes. And shoes.
[That noise throws a shudder through her. She's making him lose himself like this, and it only serves to excite her further, to feed her confidence. She takes another kiss as she shifts her hips just so to push the head of his cock against her entrance, the thin fabric of her panties the only thing halting him.
Well that and the promise of a hot eager mouth probably. What's even more exciting? His cock will taste a little like her now too.]
Yes. On my knees? Or... Would you like something to occupy your mouth as well?
[He mentions her clothes and she glances down, first at her breasts and then at the rest of her, from the skirt riding high and no longer covering much to her thigh high socks and heels.]
Huh. You're quite correct. [A beat.] The heels are from home.
[He looks a little lost at her question. Just because he's had sex doesn't mean he's had much of it. Obi-Wan is hardly well-versed.] I think I like the sound of occupying my mouth?
[How that works, he's not entirely sure. But he'll follow her lead.] For home or not. I'd rather see them off you right now... although maybe the socks could stay? I quite like them.
Good. [She grins at his confusion. The fact that they're both learning from each other pleases her.] Lay back. Then use the Force to rotate me one hundred and eighty degrees.
[Her eyebrow lifts expectantly. Maybe it'll click what she has in mind now. Her expression does soften briefly regarding the matter of the shoes.]
Take them off. Just don't destroy them. [But the more devious smirk is back at the mention of the socks.] Then they stay.
[The gears are turning in Obi-Wan's head as he does as she instructs, lifting her in the air, discarding her shoes and all remaining clothing aside from her socks, and turning her around to settle back down on him. The sight right in front of his face leaves him momentarily stupified. He's has worked out her meaning.
First, both his hands reach toward her ass, holding each cheek and marvelling at the sight of her bared in front of him. Then he tugs her forward closer. He can smell her arousal like a slap across the face and can see how wet she is. It makes his dick strain, anticipating what's to come. He leans in to bury his face into her folds, tongue tentative and searching. He's never done this before so he's taking it slowly and gauging her reaction to each lick, focusing in quickly on her clit.]
[Velma is very much a woman where her theoretical experience far outweighs her practical, hands on efforts thus far, even thanks to Hell. This position, for example, is new to her, but it seemed like the best position for the current situation.
Unless he wanted to not really be able to touch her?
All things considered, she's pretty patient as he does his Force work, nails dragging down the length of his thighs before she grabs his hips to steady herself while he rids her of the unnecessary clothing. Even while suspended in the air, she uses her grip to pull herself down so she can hungrily drag her tongue over the head of his straining cock, groaning at the taste of him.
The moment he settles her body back atop him, however, Velma gets to work. A hand wraps around him and squeezes with a shudder of anticipation, the heat of his breath a tease before he buries his face between her thighs just as she wraps her own mouth around the head of him. She groans, but is determined to have her taste, tongue swirling before she pushes forward while arching her back and trying to encourage him further. It's all a bit overwhelming, but she's both eager and in dire need of him.]
[Obi-Wan very much wanted to touch her, so much so at this moment that it somewhat frightens him. Yet, his desire will not be denied. When her mouth finds his cock, he gasps, momentarily startled from his exploration. He can't help but remember the words of the ghost when it had inhabited her body. The promise of her mouth around his cock. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't been curious, hadn't wondered just what that might be like.
Once he's collected himself enough, he's back into it, spreading her wide and his tongue tasting her, feeling for what she's enjoying and what she's not. Except he does want to draw this out some what, truthfully, so after a while he slows it down, drawing out the feeling and wanting it to last.]
[She's not shy in her hunger for him, nor of her pleasure at his mouth. He will hear and feel every drop of enjoyment, every spasm, every jerk, and every noise that escapes her, even muffled by his cock.
They seem of like minds, that despite their vicious need to possess the other, that they wish to make this last as long as possible. She also means drag it out as a manner of asserting control over the Jedi beneath her, as if her sitting on his face with his cock at the mercy of her mouth weren't control enough.
She wants more, and everything.
It's difficult to parse her attentions as he starts to drag out her building orgasm, which elicits an impatient growl from her even as she presses forward in retribution, swallowing to coax more of his length against the back of her throat, even just for a moment. It's a struggle, and her nails dig into his thighs.]
[Feeling, seeing, and tasting her reactions is feeding his own pleasure. In the back of his mind, he knows what he wants, where he wants this to end, but even despite his irrational possessiveness he'll only take that step if Velma lets him. For now, this is enjoyable enough to sate his desires. Knowing that he could make her orgasm or withhold it at his pleasure. Unfortunately, it does seem Velma's discovered this same power. He smiles, his beard tickling her thigh.] So t-that's how it's to be is it? [He challenges, lightly biting her thigh.
He can't help but rock himself upward, angling to get himself further down her throat and then pressing his lips roughly against her clit only to break away nearly as quickly as he'd been, but his breath still hot against her only just shy of touching.]
[The beard has its own power, and is an entirely new series of sensations against the soft tender skin of her inner thighs. She finds she enjoys it, and the latent thought that the scent of her pleasure would linger longer there, that she'll be able to taste herself when she kisses him again.
It all brings about another groan around him, which is cut short by the trust of his hips. He hits the back of her throat harder than expected, and she chokes on reflex, gagging slightly even as she keeps herself hungrily pressing forward for a few more seconds. She swallows in attempts to keep her momentum, to keep him inside her fully, but the rough attention to her clit entirely distracts her, forcing her to pull free to catch her breath. She's still rather new at this after all.
Even while her head hangs and her pussy quivers in anticipation, in need of his mouth, Velma nuzzles her face against his cock, dragging her own saliva mixed with his precum over her cheek and lips. All the while she arches her back in attempts to push herself back against the talent of his mouth.]
Hmm? [Obi-Wan asks vaguely barely stopping a moment in what he's doing and feigning ignorance to her plea. What she's doing to him is driving him mad in turn, but he's a lot better at maintaining at least some sense of composure and the idea of teasing her makes that control all the easier. Although with how deep she'd taken him accidentally his head is swimming despite outward appearances.
He pulls his mouth from her, his fingers slowly moving, dragging out her release.] Tell me what you want, Velma.
[Their positions made it all the easier for his thrust to push past her point of comfort and into her throat, and she's not about to admit to how much that added to her arousal, not verbally. Her body, particularly from his current vantage, likely already did that.
Her hand finds his shaft again, stroking him while wrapping her lips around the head of his cock, as though filling her mouth would both distract her and give her an excuse not to answer. Except he slows and she squirms, groaning (more like growling) in frustration against his cock.
She finds it difficult to put anything into words, so she pushes him further back into her mouth while attending him with her tongue, sucking hard for a few brief moments before releasing him completely with both hand and mouth.]
I want you. [Her hips continue to rock against his hand, her own silent begging that turns verbal soon enough.] I need you to smell and taste like me when I kiss you again. I need to feel you inside me. Properly.
[As much as he'd like to continue this game, keeping her so close to her orgasm yet so far away, her words are hard to argue with. So is the way she takes him in her mouth, it's just all too much. So he stops, giving her pussy one last lick before his fingers slide out of her.]
Then you should take me. If that's what you want... [He suggests and it's said with such need, voice husky and stunted.]
[He pulls his fingers free, feeling incredibly empty as she sits up to look over her shoulder and down at him. When she spots the hand that was just attending to her, Velma reacts on instinct, catching him by the wrist and bringing the digits soaked in her up to her mouth. She just can't help herself, tongue dragging over them impatiently as he answers, groaning as she takes to sucking his fingers clean, glancing down at him.
Instead of halting her snack entirely, she leans forward and crawls forward, tugging him with her. He's also welcome to use his space wizard status to assist. Even one handed, she manages to position his cock against her, pushing him flat so that she can drag the length of her slit against the length of him.
She releases his fingers and tugs him forward while again glancing back at him to hold his gaze while moving closer, a breath away from kissing him.]
It's what I want. [And she shifts her hips up just enough for him to be able to finally position his cock where they both needed it.]
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Date: 2020-12-18 04:05 am (UTC)Her back arches as his hands smooth south to her rear, pushing more of her into his hands, not that either of them needs the encouragement, her legs instinctively wrapping around him. Another noise of approval escapes her at this new angle, one she doesn't often get at her height, and the rhythm of the kiss is broken slightly by a smile.
No matter, it's a good opportunity to catch his lower lip in her teeth as she pulls back enough to maneuver hungry kisses and nibbles along his jaw and neck until she reaches more skin than beard. Well, if he lets her deviate that far, that is.]
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Date: 2020-12-18 08:04 pm (UTC)The impact with the bed breaks her mouth's journey with a feminine noise of surprise that's very Velma, her legs moving just in time to escape being pinned beneath him. That noise, then rolls into her a lower hum as she moves to sit up and adjust herself so that her hips are more squarely over his, all while her hands find his belt to be rid of it.]
You're over-dressed, my Jedi.
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Date: 2020-12-18 11:41 pm (UTC)A single hand reaches in her direction. He doesn't touch her with it, but there is a flick of his wrist and she'll find her orange sweater moving upward and off her body of its own accord, provided she lifts up her arms.]
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Date: 2020-12-19 12:57 am (UTC)It doesn't take long for Velma to understand what he's doing with his hand, and the excitement is almost tangible as a grin splits her features. And so, as though she's on the best sort of roller coaster, she raises her arms over her head expectantly.
Spoiler alert: General Obi-Wan Kenobi is the best roller coaster. Or will be. She's determined.
She's wearing a bra and surprisingly no tank top, leaving her Devil's mark tattoo visible along with healed scars at her left wrist as though she tried to cut off the limb there. There are also defensive scars from what looks like a knife on her right arm, long, shallow slashes that look to have been frenzied. For now, the other tattoo and Hell accumulated scars aren't visible from this angle.]
Now your turn. Fair's fair.
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Date: 2020-12-19 04:15 am (UTC)I would remind you to have patience... but I don't have any myself, right now.
[He pulls his tunic, loosening the fabric at the waist and then tugging it over his head. Obi-Wan's earned no scars here, but he's not without them. Battle wounds from a life hard-lived. The most recent small burns in spots on his shoulders and chest from the lava spray on Mustafar.]
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Date: 2020-12-19 04:59 am (UTC)But like him, the possessive hunger is quick to return, keenly watching as he sheds his tunic.]
What? Don't fancy being a hypocrite today?
[He receives a smirk as her attention falls to consume the revealed flesh, hands moving to trace the lines of muscles beneath, pausing at a few of the scars before closing the distance drag her lips along the curve of his shoulder and down to his collarbone.]
The sight of you alone makes patience... Difficult. [She murmurs between kisses and drags of her teeth.] But your taste...? I need more.
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Date: 2020-12-20 02:26 am (UTC)[He'd be far more upset if she stopped.]
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Date: 2020-12-20 06:45 am (UTC)Pants.
[She growls softly through a moan against the line of his collar bone, his grind upward having found some glorious friction in just the right spot for her.]
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Date: 2020-12-23 01:50 am (UTC)Although it seems as though she's not moving to allow him to remove said pants. He decides then to use the Force once more to lift her up a few inches in the air enough for him to slide them off along with his underclothes, revealing his cock that's straining for long-overdue attention. Slowly he lowers her back down on top of him.]
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Date: 2020-12-23 02:27 am (UTC)Well hello there sir.
Later, there will be lightsaber jokes and playful teases, but for now there's only appreciation and an eager apprehension beneath the thick layer of possessive needs, which take hold the moment he replaces her on top of him. A low groan escapes Velma, and her immediate instinct is to rock her heat against the underside of him, the fabric damp from her arousal at this point.
She straightens so that she's searching his face with her heady gaze, searching for something. Permission, or maybe guidance.]
I can't decide how I want to enjoy you next. [She admits, leaning in to taste his mouth again, dragging out the kiss before pulling back just enough to speak.] The ghost wasn't lying about me. I enjoy a cock in my mouth.
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Date: 2020-12-24 02:12 am (UTC)Then, perhaps... we should start there. ['Start there' being the important part. He's no plans to leave it only at that.] We also need to get you out of those clothes. And shoes.
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Date: 2020-12-24 03:01 am (UTC)Well that and the promise of a hot eager mouth probably. What's even more exciting? His cock will taste a little like her now too.]
Yes. On my knees? Or... Would you like something to occupy your mouth as well?
[He mentions her clothes and she glances down, first at her breasts and then at the rest of her, from the skirt riding high and no longer covering much to her thigh high socks and heels.]
Huh. You're quite correct. [A beat.] The heels are from home.
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Date: 2020-12-24 04:08 am (UTC)[How that works, he's not entirely sure. But he'll follow her lead.] For home or not. I'd rather see them off you right now... although maybe the socks could stay? I quite like them.
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Date: 2020-12-24 04:26 am (UTC)[Her eyebrow lifts expectantly. Maybe it'll click what she has in mind now. Her expression does soften briefly regarding the matter of the shoes.]
Take them off. Just don't destroy them. [But the more devious smirk is back at the mention of the socks.] Then they stay.
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Date: 2020-12-26 06:41 pm (UTC)First, both his hands reach toward her ass, holding each cheek and marvelling at the sight of her bared in front of him. Then he tugs her forward closer. He can smell her arousal like a slap across the face and can see how wet she is. It makes his dick strain, anticipating what's to come. He leans in to bury his face into her folds, tongue tentative and searching. He's never done this before so he's taking it slowly and gauging her reaction to each lick, focusing in quickly on her clit.]
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Date: 2020-12-26 08:04 pm (UTC)Unless he wanted to not really be able to touch her?
All things considered, she's pretty patient as he does his Force work, nails dragging down the length of his thighs before she grabs his hips to steady herself while he rids her of the unnecessary clothing. Even while suspended in the air, she uses her grip to pull herself down so she can hungrily drag her tongue over the head of his straining cock, groaning at the taste of him.
The moment he settles her body back atop him, however, Velma gets to work. A hand wraps around him and squeezes with a shudder of anticipation, the heat of his breath a tease before he buries his face between her thighs just as she wraps her own mouth around the head of him. She groans, but is determined to have her taste, tongue swirling before she pushes forward while arching her back and trying to encourage him further. It's all a bit overwhelming, but she's both eager and in dire need of him.]
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Date: 2020-12-27 07:53 pm (UTC)Once he's collected himself enough, he's back into it, spreading her wide and his tongue tasting her, feeling for what she's enjoying and what she's not. Except he does want to draw this out some what, truthfully, so after a while he slows it down, drawing out the feeling and wanting it to last.]
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Date: 2020-12-27 10:33 pm (UTC)They seem of like minds, that despite their vicious need to possess the other, that they wish to make this last as long as possible. She also means drag it out as a manner of asserting control over the Jedi beneath her, as if her sitting on his face with his cock at the mercy of her mouth weren't control enough.
She wants more, and everything.
It's difficult to parse her attentions as he starts to drag out her building orgasm, which elicits an impatient growl from her even as she presses forward in retribution, swallowing to coax more of his length against the back of her throat, even just for a moment. It's a struggle, and her nails dig into his thighs.]
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Date: 2020-12-28 10:02 pm (UTC)He can't help but rock himself upward, angling to get himself further down her throat and then pressing his lips roughly against her clit only to break away nearly as quickly as he'd been, but his breath still hot against her only just shy of touching.]
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Date: 2020-12-29 04:55 am (UTC)It all brings about another groan around him, which is cut short by the trust of his hips. He hits the back of her throat harder than expected, and she chokes on reflex, gagging slightly even as she keeps herself hungrily pressing forward for a few more seconds. She swallows in attempts to keep her momentum, to keep him inside her fully, but the rough attention to her clit entirely distracts her, forcing her to pull free to catch her breath. She's still rather new at this after all.
Even while her head hangs and her pussy quivers in anticipation, in need of his mouth, Velma nuzzles her face against his cock, dragging her own saliva mixed with his precum over her cheek and lips. All the while she arches her back in attempts to push herself back against the talent of his mouth.]
Please. [She half-begs, half-growls.]
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Date: 2020-12-31 02:21 am (UTC)He pulls his mouth from her, his fingers slowly moving, dragging out her release.] Tell me what you want, Velma.
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Date: 2020-12-31 03:09 am (UTC)Her hand finds his shaft again, stroking him while wrapping her lips around the head of his cock, as though filling her mouth would both distract her and give her an excuse not to answer. Except he slows and she squirms, groaning (more like growling) in frustration against his cock.
She finds it difficult to put anything into words, so she pushes him further back into her mouth while attending him with her tongue, sucking hard for a few brief moments before releasing him completely with both hand and mouth.]
I want you. [Her hips continue to rock against his hand, her own silent begging that turns verbal soon enough.] I need you to smell and taste like me when I kiss you again. I need to feel you inside me. Properly.
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Date: 2021-01-01 02:43 am (UTC)Then you should take me. If that's what you want... [He suggests and it's said with such need, voice husky and stunted.]
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Date: 2021-01-01 03:05 am (UTC)Instead of halting her snack entirely, she leans forward and crawls forward, tugging him with her. He's also welcome to use his space wizard status to assist. Even one handed, she manages to position his cock against her, pushing him flat so that she can drag the length of her slit against the length of him.
She releases his fingers and tugs him forward while again glancing back at him to hold his gaze while moving closer, a breath away from kissing him.]
It's what I want. [And she shifts her hips up just enough for him to be able to finally position his cock where they both needed it.]
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