[Belladonna doesn't even notice as her underwear is pulled free from her legs. Such exposure should be mortifying, but she wants him to see her, all of her, to take everything that he wishes. The force of his gaze on her body in and of itself makes her moan, the sound cut only by his tongue.
Kissing Ell feels like drowning, but she finds she craves that destruction. She wants her lungs filled with him, by him. When he touches her most intimate space her whole body jolts, arching as if she's been zapped with electricity. Her breath hitches in her throat as she pulls him ever closer, crashing her chest to his.
It's been what feels like a lifetime since anyone's been so intimate with her, since she's had more than anyone's kisses. Even that took her so long to allow. The heat that pulses through her body is as familiar as it is foreign, the wetness between her thighs a clear indicator of the pleasure she feels and craves more of. The more of it she has the more she wants, and all she can do is press her hips into his hand, eager to feel him as deeply as he can go.]
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Kissing Ell feels like drowning, but she finds she craves that destruction. She wants her lungs filled with him, by him. When he touches her most intimate space her whole body jolts, arching as if she's been zapped with electricity. Her breath hitches in her throat as she pulls him ever closer, crashing her chest to his.
It's been what feels like a lifetime since anyone's been so intimate with her, since she's had more than anyone's kisses. Even that took her so long to allow. The heat that pulses through her body is as familiar as it is foreign, the wetness between her thighs a clear indicator of the pleasure she feels and craves more of. The more of it she has the more she wants, and all she can do is press her hips into his hand, eager to feel him as deeply as he can go.]