[ A happy cry is dragged from her as her request is granted. Every thrust of his fingers only makes her wonder what it'd be like to have him bottom out inside her, to have his flesh pounding against her as he drives into her again and again. Miraculously, the blindfold hasn't budged even though she so desperately wants to see his face buried between her thighs.
Every languid swipe of his tongue threatens to undo her, as does the sound of how wet she is. It sounds obscene, especially mingled with her gasps and moans; surely someone would overhear them. But even if they did, she isn't sure they'd hear. And with the haze of pleasure she's in, none of that quite matters to her. It doesn't even matter that the fabric of her panties is soaked through and digging into her fingers as she strains to hold it back for him.
Pressure builds in the pit of her stomach like a silk chord pulling tighter and tighter. Hilda feels herself on the precipice of snapping, and as much as she wants to chase that feeling, as easily as she'd let it happen, she doesn't want this to end. Her thighs begin to shake on either side of him, but it has less to do with trying to steady herself and everything to do with trying to stave off her release. It's losing battle however when his tongue is lavishing her, his fingers are knuckle-deep inside her, and the feeling of her golden ribcage digging into her back encases her in pleasure from all sides. ]
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Date: 2023-07-14 07:38 am (UTC)Every languid swipe of his tongue threatens to undo her, as does the sound of how wet she is. It sounds obscene, especially mingled with her gasps and moans; surely someone would overhear them. But even if they did, she isn't sure they'd hear. And with the haze of pleasure she's in, none of that quite matters to her. It doesn't even matter that the fabric of her panties is soaked through and digging into her fingers as she strains to hold it back for him.
Pressure builds in the pit of her stomach like a silk chord pulling tighter and tighter. Hilda feels herself on the precipice of snapping, and as much as she wants to chase that feeling, as easily as she'd let it happen, she doesn't want this to end. Her thighs begin to shake on either side of him, but it has less to do with trying to steady herself and everything to do with trying to stave off her release. It's losing battle however when his tongue is lavishing her, his fingers are knuckle-deep inside her, and the feeling of her golden ribcage digging into her back encases her in pleasure from all sides. ]