She grabbed his thighs.
Both hands, her fingers digging in, the specific grip of someone who needs something to hold.
'This is — I'm — this is in my mouth. He is in my mouth.'
The thought, interior, running at the specific, half-panicked speed of a mind encountering a first experience and cataloguing it in real time.
'It's — the size of it. It's. There's a person's — this is what it tastes like. Salt and — warm. Hot actually. It's hot. The skin of it is so—'
His mouth on her pussy.
The thought process stopped.
The specific, immediate, total interruption of rational thought produced by a warm, experienced mouth making full contact with every nerve ending she had.
"MMFGH~♡—"
The moan vibrated around his cock.
She felt him smile against her.
She felt it — the specific pull of facial muscles, his cheek against her inner thigh.
PAH. PAH.
