[ dutch happens to like direct and aggressive — and she happens to like the way he's using his hands to spread her open, his tongue to fuck her. she reaches behind her, twisting her spine enough to be able to bury a hand in his hair and pull him even closer, urging him on. her hips are rolling quicker now, pushing back against him again and again, setting the pace as much as he does.
there's tension at the base of her spine, building and spreading, rising — and she was right: it isn't long at all until it tips over, making her muscles tense and still for a moment before she gasps, before her muscles start clenching rhythmically with the waves of her pleasure.
she rides out her orgasm against his mouth, alternating between pushing back against him and twitching away, every sensation on the verge of too much for the moment — and then she's twisting away entirely, turning, kicking off her trousers finally and setting her hands on his shoulders all in a smooth move. ]
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there's tension at the base of her spine, building and spreading, rising — and she was right: it isn't long at all until it tips over, making her muscles tense and still for a moment before she gasps, before her muscles start clenching rhythmically with the waves of her pleasure.
she rides out her orgasm against his mouth, alternating between pushing back against him and twitching away, every sensation on the verge of too much for the moment — and then she's twisting away entirely, turning, kicking off her trousers finally and setting her hands on his shoulders all in a smooth move. ]
My turn.
[ to call the shots. ]