[The pain he feels as she tugs his hair doesn't bother him terribly, not when she bucks against him and trembles under the attention of his tongue. Her body reacting to him is delicious, barely stopping to respond to her.]
Oh...
[His response is delayed, as if he'd misunderstood the assignment, but not apologetic. Making her feel wonderful is his only objective, and this time he intends on finishing it out to not leave her wanting.]
Ask me afterwards, then.
[He brings his other hand in now to grip into her thigh, lavishing his tongue rhythmically on her, breath hot and heavy as if it were a humid summer day. He makes sure his rhythm matches what her body tells him, building his speed slowly to make sure she reaches her peak, the tip of his tongue playing circles on her.]
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Oh...
[His response is delayed, as if he'd misunderstood the assignment, but not apologetic. Making her feel wonderful is his only objective, and this time he intends on finishing it out to not leave her wanting.]
Ask me afterwards, then.
[He brings his other hand in now to grip into her thigh, lavishing his tongue rhythmically on her, breath hot and heavy as if it were a humid summer day. He makes sure his rhythm matches what her body tells him, building his speed slowly to make sure she reaches her peak, the tip of his tongue playing circles on her.]