[ For a moment she flatters herself with thinking he just wants to be inside of her. She may not be experienced in the particulars of seduction and romance, but she does recognize how the biology works. But no. She can feel the twinge of pain mixed in with pleasure. Her palm is soft, yes, but not slick.
In thinking through it, her eyes dart across his face and she wets her lips. That's what gives her the notion. She pulls her hand free and spits into her palm. It's not terribly much saliva to work with. She spits into her palm again and stuffs it down his pants, wiping the spit over his cock as she starts to pump him again, experimental.
The glide is smoother, this time. She keeps her strokes exploratory, slow, as though soothing the previous chafing. ]
Does that— [ And then she trails off, her voice collapsing and losing its form to an unintelligible sound of pleasure as his thumb brushes against the hard nub of her clit. ]
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In thinking through it, her eyes dart across his face and she wets her lips. That's what gives her the notion. She pulls her hand free and spits into her palm. It's not terribly much saliva to work with. She spits into her palm again and stuffs it down his pants, wiping the spit over his cock as she starts to pump him again, experimental.
The glide is smoother, this time. She keeps her strokes exploratory, slow, as though soothing the previous chafing. ]
Does that— [ And then she trails off, her voice collapsing and losing its form to an unintelligible sound of pleasure as his thumb brushes against the hard nub of her clit. ]