[Oh, 'heaven' is good! So are the clear signs of relaxation. She laughs, and it comes out thicker than she had planned, sounding like it wants to be a moan, but she won't let it happen. There's really something to be said for giving someone pleasure, watching them go lax because of your actions. When someone wears that blissful, almost mindless sort of expression, when it's someone you genuinely like and want to please? That's heaven.
She squeezes the somewhat shared cock, and though the squeeze along her hips and limbs is a bit alarming she doesn't let it bother her. He's literally getting harder in her palm so it's probably to be expected. She works that hand a little faster, getting some of that precum on her fingers and using it to slick up the rest of him, because there's no such thing as being too wet.
And the couch can take it anyway.
The other hand remains gentle, but it's much steadier as she adds a second finger and twists them in place before working up a better, more solid pace.]
Still doing it on purpose? [Because from her view it seems like that ink is more than happy to make its way out! Two doesn't seem like enough to handle the girth of his cock so she goes for three, stopping entirely to be utterly cautious, before she goes back to thrusting solidly, wriggling the digits inside, actively pressing inside of him.
Throughout the whole of this she's just getting wetter, the arousal is becoming a violent knot in the pit of her stomach, so he'll have to forgive her for panting a little. If Boxer looks back he's going to see the manically focused expression she's wearing, and it shifts so quickly to open adoration that the former sentiment might seem like a momentary illusion. She wants to be touched too, but she also wants that look back on his face - except without the acting, or the threat of violent choking.]
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She squeezes the somewhat shared cock, and though the squeeze along her hips and limbs is a bit alarming she doesn't let it bother her. He's literally getting harder in her palm so it's probably to be expected. She works that hand a little faster, getting some of that precum on her fingers and using it to slick up the rest of him, because there's no such thing as being too wet.
And the couch can take it anyway.
The other hand remains gentle, but it's much steadier as she adds a second finger and twists them in place before working up a better, more solid pace.]
Still doing it on purpose? [Because from her view it seems like that ink is more than happy to make its way out! Two doesn't seem like enough to handle the girth of his cock so she goes for three, stopping entirely to be utterly cautious, before she goes back to thrusting solidly, wriggling the digits inside, actively pressing inside of him.
Throughout the whole of this she's just getting wetter, the arousal is becoming a violent knot in the pit of her stomach, so he'll have to forgive her for panting a little. If Boxer looks back he's going to see the manically focused expression she's wearing, and it shifts so quickly to open adoration that the former sentiment might seem like a momentary illusion. She wants to be touched too, but she also wants that look back on his face - except without the acting, or the threat of violent choking.]