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Synthetic Seraph
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[SPOILI]Johann smiled at the reaction, treasuring it, that inexperienced him could instill such a heated effect. He went back to kissing her throat and breasts, leaving the lady's candy lips free to moan and express every nuance, teaching and training him though she didn't know it as he fondled he within and stroked her wet folds. As he lied against her side with other arm embracing her shoulders and one thigh atop hers, his arousal called for any sort of touch to strumm his tension building. He pressed his member against her hip, trapping it between them, letting out an escaped whimper amid his heavy breathing at the flare of relief even this small squeeze was having. The teen hated his boxers, wondered what it could be like to be inside this beauty this very minute, but still wouldn't give up a single experience along the way.
He inched his way down along her torso by mouth much the way his touch had, but this time licking, sucking, and even daring to nibble. Quiet delighted sounds replaced his heavy breathing as his mouth bypassed her groin to worship one thigh for a moment, his body now stretched full between her magnificent legs and pointed at the foot of the bed. That mouth at her thigh affectionately teased skin and flesh until Jon reached Ann's center, kissing and lapping like a kitty at a bowl of cream and diving into the nooks betwee her folds and trading fingers for tongue. Unrestrained Jon closed his eyes and loved on her by feel alone. His tongue and lips were everywhere, not staying in one spot for longer than a heartbeat, sometimes burying and prying within like trying to taste her from the inside out then adoring all across her folds at once. His hands cupped her firm cheeks so Ann's lower body rested upon Jon in this small way rather than the bed, but what a difference it made to feel supported and wholly under his care.
He paused and raised his head up, once, with a wordless croon as he looked across the blonde's prone body seeking her face along the plains of her belly and hill valley between her breasts. His gaze prayed a silent thank you as he let go of another chain of restraint, that everything he did constantly had to be right, which left a whole infinity of wrong waiting like a trap. Here he was, doing as he wished, going down on THE Ann Thorn, trusting that she wanted him and trusting that his first trial made her feel good - and in this freedom, the girl that brought him to this had done just as much for his mind as for his body.[/SPOILI]
(( Fave song this month: "I wanna scream, and shout, and let it all out." =) There are club songs that fit this couple way better but that's what keeps zinging through my head. ))
He inched his way down along her torso by mouth much the way his touch had, but this time licking, sucking, and even daring to nibble. Quiet delighted sounds replaced his heavy breathing as his mouth bypassed her groin to worship one thigh for a moment, his body now stretched full between her magnificent legs and pointed at the foot of the bed. That mouth at her thigh affectionately teased skin and flesh until Jon reached Ann's center, kissing and lapping like a kitty at a bowl of cream and diving into the nooks betwee her folds and trading fingers for tongue. Unrestrained Jon closed his eyes and loved on her by feel alone. His tongue and lips were everywhere, not staying in one spot for longer than a heartbeat, sometimes burying and prying within like trying to taste her from the inside out then adoring all across her folds at once. His hands cupped her firm cheeks so Ann's lower body rested upon Jon in this small way rather than the bed, but what a difference it made to feel supported and wholly under his care.
He paused and raised his head up, once, with a wordless croon as he looked across the blonde's prone body seeking her face along the plains of her belly and hill valley between her breasts. His gaze prayed a silent thank you as he let go of another chain of restraint, that everything he did constantly had to be right, which left a whole infinity of wrong waiting like a trap. Here he was, doing as he wished, going down on THE Ann Thorn, trusting that she wanted him and trusting that his first trial made her feel good - and in this freedom, the girl that brought him to this had done just as much for his mind as for his body.[/SPOILI]
(( Fave song this month: "I wanna scream, and shout, and let it all out." =) There are club songs that fit this couple way better but that's what keeps zinging through my head. ))