12.Jan.21, 11:06 AM
"Good," he growled as she shifted and squirmed on top of him. His hands were strangely gentle as he shifted, moving her until she straddled his lap and he hissed out a breath at the heat and wetness that slicked against his shaft. He hadn't seated himself inside he, opting for a new game this time. And drawing out the pleasure was the name of this game, Pendalier rolled his hips to stroke himself against her core, slowly and languidly. Her breasts were bared to his lips and mouth and teeth and Pendalier wasted no time latching onto one peaked nipple.
His hands roved over her naked back as he lapped at the nipple, drawing it sharply between his teeth before releasing it. He gave a pleased rumble as he watched her perk breast bounce and Pendalier was still delighted that she had much the same body as she had when he'd first started lusting after her. Hands drifted up to fist in her hair and he used it to tug her forward to capture her mouth with his. Tongue delved inside, swirling around before he sucked her's with gentle pressure. He moaned quietly into her mouth before leaning back slightly.
"Move," he demanded while moving his hands to her hips to demonstrate what he wanted. He raised her up and impaled her on his shaft, sliding her slowly and tortuously down his cock, "Fuck me slowly, Esille. You may touch me this time and you may touch yourself. But don't go any faster than this." He was still demonstrating as he spoke, lifting her gently and slowly until only the tip of him was inside before pressing her back down. His breath hitched slightly and his molar clenched as he did so. Pendalier was wondering now who this new torture was for, Esille or himself?
His hands roved over her naked back as he lapped at the nipple, drawing it sharply between his teeth before releasing it. He gave a pleased rumble as he watched her perk breast bounce and Pendalier was still delighted that she had much the same body as she had when he'd first started lusting after her. Hands drifted up to fist in her hair and he used it to tug her forward to capture her mouth with his. Tongue delved inside, swirling around before he sucked her's with gentle pressure. He moaned quietly into her mouth before leaning back slightly.
"Move," he demanded while moving his hands to her hips to demonstrate what he wanted. He raised her up and impaled her on his shaft, sliding her slowly and tortuously down his cock, "Fuck me slowly, Esille. You may touch me this time and you may touch yourself. But don't go any faster than this." He was still demonstrating as he spoke, lifting her gently and slowly until only the tip of him was inside before pressing her back down. His breath hitched slightly and his molar clenched as he did so. Pendalier was wondering now who this new torture was for, Esille or himself?