[ A lewd moan, open and bold and from deep in her chest, fills the cramped space of their hideout here in the dregs. Her thighs and ass tense up in his grip, hips lilting, a stutter that's not sure whether she wants to lean into it or jerk back from the intensity of the sensation as he sucks the flesh of her cunt between his lips. It's hot and slick and gentle, just the right kind of pressure, and the scratch of the hair on his chin against her entrance is just enough to distract her from the intensity of suction near her clit that might have made it too much. ]

That's right. That's it. [ Her grip on his hair tightens, holds him steady and firm. The wet sounds of his mouth against her folds competes with her hungry praise. ] Get me ready for you, Ben. Show me you can make me cum like this, and I'll ride your cock next.

[ She doesn't give him the guidance he needs. Not verbally. Not being tugging at his hair to try to steer him, but there is more complexity to it than that. Pressure. Speed. She doesn't guide him on any of these except to pull his head in a sudden jolt when it becomes too intense, and forcing his face into her harder, suffocating him between her thighs, when she needs more. ]