[ his breathing is ragged as she helps him out with his orgasm, his mind not thinking on anything else (as if he could) but only feel her lips on his already sensitized and raw manhood. when finally relaxed, he swallows a mouthful of nothing to catch on the intense leftover. her feather-like touch makes him look down, a sigh with heavy eyes on how she kisses his stomach tenderly and rises to straddle him back, his wings attempting to flap underneath endearingly to have her like that.
bold of him to assume this was it.
his arms find the strength to move on their own, legs still weakened, and settle his hands on both her hips to draw her close to him, a smile that shows how grateful and in love he is with her as he nuzzles her right cheek and jawline. also excuse his man bun leaning to one side.
a filthy murmur — ]
I hope I didn't taste as bad. You are the first lady to do this to me...
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bold of him to assume this was it.
his arms find the strength to move on their own, legs still weakened, and settle his hands on both her hips to draw her close to him, a smile that shows how grateful and in love he is with her as he nuzzles her right cheek and jawline. also excuse his man bun leaning to one side.
a filthy murmur — ]
I hope I didn't taste as bad. You are the first lady to do this to me...