[There's really so much of it that she doesn't see the point in trying to clean herself and she's far more distracted with taking the gold limb in her mouth anyway.
And, sure, she's certainly talented and a little unique is some ways but she's always been talented when it comes to blowjobs and such. It's in part because she doesn't possess a gag reflex, that paired with her desire to push at her own limits tends to make for an incredibly fun time! So she doesn't pull it away and, if anything, she's determined to see actually how much can comfortably fit down her throat. She moves her tongue underneath it, shifting back and forth.
It's almost enough to distract her from what he's doing with his fingers, almost, but not quite. She's bent and stuffed, and now there's a familiar pressure at the back end. It's so much, for just a second there Nariko's lost in the whole mess of sensations. There isn't a single part of her that isn't being paid some kind of attention and it's all adding up to a very quick, immediate orgasm, the first of his proposed several. At this rate he'll get at least that many with some extra on top because simply fingering her leaves Nariko shuddering, eyes half shut to the world for as much as she wants to look at him.]
Nngh! [That was ... It might have been his name or something if her mouth wasn't very, very full.
The compliment might not have been particularly earned since the combination of his voice and the push of that first tentacle, joining the other two that had already stuffed her, did her in. She came with a trembling, warped noise that could barely escape properly. Her fingers kept pulling at the sand, a desperate but effective way to keep herself still without accidentally biting down (because ow, that'd really have to suck for him) while she worked through the height of it all.
No, she couldn't be doing such a good job now, right? Not when she was beginning to lose any real sense of time or place, and when her body was officially struggling to register every little thing that was happening to it from the various angles - but fuck was it so good. She'd never felt so debauched and overwhelmed at once, and there was no shame in it, no concern about her appearance - and she was one hell of a mess by now - or even what Boxer might think of her. The only real snag was that he still wasn't getting anything out of this right?
Aside from a spectacular view, if he was into that kind of thing.]
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And, sure, she's certainly talented and a little unique is some ways but she's always been talented when it comes to blowjobs and such. It's in part because she doesn't possess a gag reflex, that paired with her desire to push at her own limits tends to make for an incredibly fun time! So she doesn't pull it away and, if anything, she's determined to see actually how much can comfortably fit down her throat. She moves her tongue underneath it, shifting back and forth.
It's almost enough to distract her from what he's doing with his fingers, almost, but not quite. She's bent and stuffed, and now there's a familiar pressure at the back end. It's so much, for just a second there Nariko's lost in the whole mess of sensations. There isn't a single part of her that isn't being paid some kind of attention and it's all adding up to a very quick, immediate orgasm, the first of his proposed several. At this rate he'll get at least that many with some extra on top because simply fingering her leaves Nariko shuddering, eyes half shut to the world for as much as she wants to look at him.]
Nngh! [That was ... It might have been his name or something if her mouth wasn't very, very full.
The compliment might not have been particularly earned since the combination of his voice and the push of that first tentacle, joining the other two that had already stuffed her, did her in. She came with a trembling, warped noise that could barely escape properly. Her fingers kept pulling at the sand, a desperate but effective way to keep herself still without accidentally biting down (because ow, that'd really have to suck for him) while she worked through the height of it all.
No, she couldn't be doing such a good job now, right? Not when she was beginning to lose any real sense of time or place, and when her body was officially struggling to register every little thing that was happening to it from the various angles - but fuck was it so good. She'd never felt so debauched and overwhelmed at once, and there was no shame in it, no concern about her appearance - and she was one hell of a mess by now - or even what Boxer might think of her. The only real snag was that he still wasn't getting anything out of this right?
Aside from a spectacular view, if he was into that kind of thing.]