[ there's something so pretty about the way clorinde responds to his mouth, how she tips her head and arches her back as if to open herself up to him. tseng rewards her by sucking a bruise against pale skin, tongue and teeth worrying the spot until it's flushed red and sensitive, a mark that will darken to purple over the course of the evening. although tseng isn't one for outward possessiveness, he takes a certain smug satisfaction in the knowledge that anyone who sees clorinde for the next few days will know that he was here.
when he's done with the hickey, tseng kisses his way back up her throat to press his lips just below her ear. there, he murmurs, ]
I want you to sit on my face and let me eat you out until you make a mess of me.
[ it's a touch more direct than tseng might otherwise be, but truthfully it's been far too long since he was given the opportunity to put his tongue in clorinde's cunt, and if she's amenable, tseng is more than eager to rectify that. as if to encourage her, his hands drop from her waist down to her ass, where he squeezes generous handfuls in order to pull her flush against him from chest to hip. ]
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when he's done with the hickey, tseng kisses his way back up her throat to press his lips just below her ear. there, he murmurs, ]
I want you to sit on my face and let me eat you out until you make a mess of me.
[ it's a touch more direct than tseng might otherwise be, but truthfully it's been far too long since he was given the opportunity to put his tongue in clorinde's cunt, and if she's amenable, tseng is more than eager to rectify that. as if to encourage her, his hands drop from her waist down to her ass, where he squeezes generous handfuls in order to pull her flush against him from chest to hip. ]