[ every time, it takes tseng by surprise how well and how thoroughly he knows clorinde's body. he's familiar with the shift of muscle in her thighs, her ass, the way she spreads her thighs a little and shifts so his tongue can reach deeper inside her. he knows what she's seeking, unconsciously, and knows how to give it to her, his tongue delving deep into her slick entrance in steady thrusts before he withdraws again to focus on her clit.
for a moment it's easy. for a moment, tseng is able to give his full attention to the task of eating her out with obvious avarice. but when her fingers find his zip and coax his cock free of his slacks, tseng's focus falters, his tongue pausing in its strokes while he shivers at the sensation.
there's nothing like her touch, really. clorinde's fingers around his length, her lips against the head. tseng draws a sharp breath, his fingers flexing at her hip, and then he redoubles his efforts in an attempt to make up for the way his focus is split now. half of him with his face buried between her thighs, half of him feeling the way she touches him. she'll be his undoing, tseng thinks. ]
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for a moment it's easy. for a moment, tseng is able to give his full attention to the task of eating her out with obvious avarice. but when her fingers find his zip and coax his cock free of his slacks, tseng's focus falters, his tongue pausing in its strokes while he shivers at the sensation.
there's nothing like her touch, really. clorinde's fingers around his length, her lips against the head. tseng draws a sharp breath, his fingers flexing at her hip, and then he redoubles his efforts in an attempt to make up for the way his focus is split now. half of him with his face buried between her thighs, half of him feeling the way she touches him. she'll be his undoing, tseng thinks. ]