[ even in the midst of their most heated moments, tseng can't help a moment of wonder at how much he likes her. even beyond the far deeper emotions he carries in his heart for clorinde, the fact remains that he just enjoys himself when he's with her—it makes it easy to allow himself to be pulled down atop her, then rolled onto his back so clorinde can briefly straddle him.
his hands are everywhere as she removes her clothes, shameless in how he touches every inch of bare skin revealed to him. along the soft planes of her thighs, the curve of her ass, her hips as he steadies her while she kneels above his face. every inch of her is exquisite. ]
This is perfect.
[ and he doesn't just mean her posture. but without elaborating, because he thinks clorinde will understand, tseng guides her hips down until her cunt meets his mouth, where he sets about immediately licking into her, dragging his tongue along her clit and then delving into her body in a steady, enthusiastic rhythm. ]
no subject
his hands are everywhere as she removes her clothes, shameless in how he touches every inch of bare skin revealed to him. along the soft planes of her thighs, the curve of her ass, her hips as he steadies her while she kneels above his face. every inch of her is exquisite. ]
This is perfect.
[ and he doesn't just mean her posture. but without elaborating, because he thinks clorinde will understand, tseng guides her hips down until her cunt meets his mouth, where he sets about immediately licking into her, dragging his tongue along her clit and then delving into her body in a steady, enthusiastic rhythm. ]