[He's so good at taking charge, Jester thinks with a note of pride as he rearranges the pillows and her limbs to his satisfaction; before she quite knows it she's spread open for him, watching him gaze down at her hungrily like she's a whole Hero's Feast all for him.]
Okay. [Her voice comes out in a near-whisper that melts into a low, pleased moan as his tongue meets her dripping folds, parting them, drawing a series of blissed-out sounds from her mouth.]
Oh, fuck. [It's almost a laugh, surprised at just how good it feels compared to how she'd always imagined. How good he looks, framed by her plump blueberry thighs. One hand does push into his hair, not grabbing tight just yet, but just settling there comfortably.]
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Okay. [Her voice comes out in a near-whisper that melts into a low, pleased moan as his tongue meets her dripping folds, parting them, drawing a series of blissed-out sounds from her mouth.]
Oh, fuck. [It's almost a laugh, surprised at just how good it feels compared to how she'd always imagined. How good he looks, framed by her plump blueberry thighs. One hand does push into his hair, not grabbing tight just yet, but just settling there comfortably.]