“ahhh... ummm...” settled between his legs she glances up at him through thick mauve lashes. “I dunno how good I am with this...” there’s a dark blushing coating her cheeks as she tentatively takes his length between her fingers. as if to gauge his reaction she gives a few exploratory strokes before leaning in and flicking her tongue against the tip. “teach me how you like it, please?” / u know who
Being in this position never got easier despite the... many times that he’s been there. It was way easier to be the aggressor than the aggressee, and it didn’t help that Loni was probably the prettiest girl he’s seen in a hot minute and she was looking up at him between his legs and l o r t. Despite her rough exterior, Loni’s ability to be shy, cute, nervous, eager and-- just everything made something inside of him want to go absolutely feral. Even as she spoke, his lips were pursed together hard as he sweat and the grip he had on his thigh or chair arms or bed or wherever his hands were, he had no idea everything was far too hyper focused on her, but they were gripping hard because this was too much, she was too much, and she hadn’t even -- oh god now she’s touching him.
teach me how you like it, please? Head nods -- he wants to say something reassuring, but that seems silly?? So instead, hands cup the side of her cheeks, thumb urging her to look at him and he sneaks a kiss. It starts chaste and gets a bit hungry the longer she allows him there. He wonders if he can just steal her away as is, who needs blow jobs from pretty girls when you could eat them out yourself? This thought starts gain traction the longer he feels her, the more hands start creeping downwards over clothes to their hem and sneaking beneath them.
Oh! An idea!
“Can... I show you?”
