[ She just chuckles at his response, at the innate stubbornness he exudes. She likes that about him. She likes a lot of things about him, honestly, but especially those little ticks that make him so uniquely... him.
Her hand rests lightly over the hand on his thigh, free hand still stroking lightly up and down his length as her lips wrap around his tip again. She's living for every soft breath that escapes him, every low groan from deep in his throat. It goads her on, has her dropping her jaw to take more of him into his mouth, feeling how achingly hard he's getting at the tease of her lips.
She moans softly on his skin, gaze flitting up to meet his again as her head starts to bob on his cock, taking him further into her mouth inch by inch. ]
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Her hand rests lightly over the hand on his thigh, free hand still stroking lightly up and down his length as her lips wrap around his tip again. She's living for every soft breath that escapes him, every low groan from deep in his throat. It goads her on, has her dropping her jaw to take more of him into his mouth, feeling how achingly hard he's getting at the tease of her lips.
She moans softly on his skin, gaze flitting up to meet his again as her head starts to bob on his cock, taking him further into her mouth inch by inch. ]