[now how the fuck is he supposed to tell her how hot she is when he can barely form a coherent sentence? his fingers tighten again, tugging sharply for a second before he gets himself under control.
it's not until he props himself up on one elbow and gets a proper view of her mouth sliding down over his cock that he really manages to focus.]
I'd let them say you bewitched me. You work magic with your fucking mouth.
[She eases off his cock for a moment, but only for long enough to tease him with a smile, the tip of her tongue against one of her sharp, sharp teeth, and then she licks a long stripe up the length of him, specifically as a show, giving him the chance to watch her mouth for a moment. She's having a good time, watching him; she's having a good time hearing the things she does to him. Daphne isn't a selfish lover, exactly - no good domme can be - but she has to wonder if it counts, when hearing him talk to her in that deep, gravely voice, makes her just as excited as anything else.
She moves and does it again, another long stripe, and then a third before she wraps her lips around the head of his cock and focuses all her attention - and her tongue - on the sensitive little spot right under the head.
[augh, fuck - as fucking hot as it was to see that, it also makes him buckle, flattening out beneath her once again with a deep groan of pleasure. he's going to be thinking about that little hint of fang for a long time, but right now he can't think about anything except the tip of her fucking tongue doing that.]
Yeah. [it sounds like it's been dragged out of him.] Like that.
[by all means, she should take him for everything he's worth. she's earned it.]
[He sounds like the entire world is right there at his mercy, and he can't think about anything except getting his dick sucked.
Glorious. Beautiful.
She rolls her tongue a little against the head of his cock and practically giggles; compared to her other blowjobs, this one is neat as a pin, a precise strike to make him insane. Her hands go to his thighs, and she presses her fingers into them, and then starts to swallow him as much as she can without shifting her throat, which, as it turns out, is more than a little.]
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[now how the fuck is he supposed to tell her how hot she is when he can barely form a coherent sentence? his fingers tighten again, tugging sharply for a second before he gets himself under control.
it's not until he props himself up on one elbow and gets a proper view of her mouth sliding down over his cock that he really manages to focus.]
I'd let them say you bewitched me. You work magic with your fucking mouth.
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She moves and does it again, another long stripe, and then a third before she wraps her lips around the head of his cock and focuses all her attention - and her tongue - on the sensitive little spot right under the head.
Mercy is for the weak, Charles.]
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Yeah. [it sounds like it's been dragged out of him.] Like that.
[by all means, she should take him for everything he's worth. she's earned it.]
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Glorious. Beautiful.
She rolls her tongue a little against the head of his cock and practically giggles; compared to her other blowjobs, this one is neat as a pin, a precise strike to make him insane. Her hands go to his thighs, and she presses her fingers into them, and then starts to swallow him as much as she can without shifting her throat, which, as it turns out, is more than a little.]