( it's relief, once he grabs her wrists. she doesn't have to think about what to do with her body, where she should be poised, how best to entice giles βΒ he moves her, even if she reacts shyly about it, spread open and squirming, feeling more than seeing his gaze. watching what? her naughty body clenching on the unusual invasion, cunt dripping because she's a dirty girl who likes it βΒ being opened up, flushed under her daddy's attention, her favorite drug of choice.
when she hears the sound of his trousers, she's pretty sure she knows what happens next, shoulders flexing with anticipation, only β he moves downwards, totally nonsensical, her brain too slow to play catch up by the time he's licking at her, a shocked, guttural sound ripping out of her throat. )
Oh my,Β fuckβingβ
( it's not something she indulges in a lot, being a natural born people pleaser on the one hand, and being uninterested in connections beyond shallow hookups on the other. it strikes her that it isn't the case with giles β possibly the most intimate relationship she'll ever have given everything, and so why shouldn't he have this? she's nervous all of a sudden, worried about holding a candle to all the other good girls he has in his phone, a truth she won't be quick to forget. except βΒ except it's hard to think after a beat, giles' tongue between her legs, showing off just how wet she got while he fingered her ass. her head rolls, forehead pressed to the marble, stomach flexing hard against the counter, arms instinctively fight though not very hard against his grip. just take it, the position seems to say, and she does. don't think.
already primed for an orgasm it's almost painful when it rips through her, crying out with puffy breaths, legs kicking before her knees give out, supported instead by the counter digging into her hips. her unhappy cunt keeps clenching on the nothing inside it, but it's the same muscles clenching on the plug which prolong her orgasm, swerving her ass back to search for anything on giles to grind back on wildly, wanting to push the plug deeper in her. wanting anything to be fucking her right now, in any hole, with any tool. )
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when she hears the sound of his trousers, she's pretty sure she knows what happens next, shoulders flexing with anticipation, only β he moves downwards, totally nonsensical, her brain too slow to play catch up by the time he's licking at her, a shocked, guttural sound ripping out of her throat. )
Oh my,Β fuckβingβ
( it's not something she indulges in a lot, being a natural born people pleaser on the one hand, and being uninterested in connections beyond shallow hookups on the other. it strikes her that it isn't the case with giles β possibly the most intimate relationship she'll ever have given everything, and so why shouldn't he have this? she's nervous all of a sudden, worried about holding a candle to all the other good girls he has in his phone, a truth she won't be quick to forget. except βΒ except it's hard to think after a beat, giles' tongue between her legs, showing off just how wet she got while he fingered her ass. her head rolls, forehead pressed to the marble, stomach flexing hard against the counter, arms instinctively fight though not very hard against his grip. just take it, the position seems to say, and she does. don't think.
already primed for an orgasm it's almost painful when it rips through her, crying out with puffy breaths, legs kicking before her knees give out, supported instead by the counter digging into her hips. her unhappy cunt keeps clenching on the nothing inside it, but it's the same muscles clenching on the plug which prolong her orgasm, swerving her ass back to search for anything on giles to grind back on wildly, wanting to push the plug deeper in her. wanting anything to be fucking her right now, in any hole, with any tool. )