[It's a good thing that Boxer is all around different because if she'd gripped a normal man's hand with the same strength she might have fractured something, somewhere. But at least the grip keeps her steady and her body far more relaxed than it would have normally been. She didn't even buck off to one side! It was a real and true miracle. Of course she could probably pull off a whole lot with that voice of his telling her what to do. She relaxed once it began to abate, but didn't untangle her fingers from his. It was nice to hold onto him even if it was the smallest possible gesture going on amidst numerous others.
Her own remains largely useless because he's inching farther and farther down her mouth without a single bit of resistance. The increase of girth tests how far her lips can comfortably spread and that's about the only aspect that's registering as vaguely uncomfortable, not that she'd say as much or have it in her to complain if she were able to talk at all. Natural abilities aside Nariko's far more likely to wear herself out by refusing to admit her (admittedly few) sexual limitations. It's a bit of a problem.
But that's so far away right now, she sucks and licks at the gold tentacle, trying to keep it moving around the once bashful limb. The second one that presses into her backside produces something along the lines of a muffled choking noise, but she still isn't gagging - it's just the closest approximation to a moan she can come up with as it leaves her mouth so that she can breathe for a second.]
Got - anymore?
[Even her ability to joke is beginning to erode. There's too much pleasure, too much threatening to overwhelm her, and then there's a post-orgasm haze that she probably can't shake to save her life. It's a testament to what he's doing though, a very good thing!
But also, seriously, how many more of these things do you have, Handsome?]
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Her own remains largely useless because he's inching farther and farther down her mouth without a single bit of resistance. The increase of girth tests how far her lips can comfortably spread and that's about the only aspect that's registering as vaguely uncomfortable, not that she'd say as much or have it in her to complain if she were able to talk at all. Natural abilities aside Nariko's far more likely to wear herself out by refusing to admit her (admittedly few) sexual limitations. It's a bit of a problem.
But that's so far away right now, she sucks and licks at the gold tentacle, trying to keep it moving around the once bashful limb. The second one that presses into her backside produces something along the lines of a muffled choking noise, but she still isn't gagging - it's just the closest approximation to a moan she can come up with as it leaves her mouth so that she can breathe for a second.]
Got - anymore?
[Even her ability to joke is beginning to erode. There's too much pleasure, too much threatening to overwhelm her, and then there's a post-orgasm haze that she probably can't shake to save her life. It's a testament to what he's doing though, a very good thing!
But also, seriously, how many more of these things do you have, Handsome?]