Fuck — ( sara practically whines at the mere mention of him letting her have her way with him, thighs wrapped around him, slick as she grinds against his cock — and her hips follow suit, rolling against the toy like it is his cock, vibrating with the same intensity as that laughter slipping past his perfect lips. the sheet slips lower with the movement, reveals a line of skin, carved muscle and hipbones just below where her t-shirt rides up.
she can feel herself losing control way faster than she'd ever anticipated, and it might be frustrating if this didn't feel so damn good. maybe it's because she's missed this — missed him, that her resolve slips away so easily. all sara can hear is her heartbeat pounding in her ears, the crystal clear sound of his voice cutting through everything else, and that's all that matters.
utilizing his mouth for something other than witty quips and sarcastic remarks is also an appealing thought, as leonard indulges her and continues to press on with his hypothetical future scenarios. his tongue, lapping eagerly at her while rough hands grip her thighs — sinking down onto his cock and riding him until she decides she's had enough —
the thought makes her give into the toy fully, slides it inside of herself slowly, inhaling sharply as her body acclimates to it, vibrations rumbling deep inside of her, the rabbit head pressing against her clit just enough. sara's eyes shut and her back arches a little, free hand reaching back to grip the headboard behind her like a vice. )
Len — ( it sounds a little like a plea, wordlessly begging for him to keep going, 'cause the sensations have her more than a little tongue-tied. )
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she can feel herself losing control way faster than she'd ever anticipated, and it might be frustrating if this didn't feel so damn good. maybe it's because she's missed this — missed him, that her resolve slips away so easily. all sara can hear is her heartbeat pounding in her ears, the crystal clear sound of his voice cutting through everything else, and that's all that matters.
utilizing his mouth for something other than witty quips and sarcastic remarks is also an appealing thought, as leonard indulges her and continues to press on with his hypothetical future scenarios. his tongue, lapping eagerly at her while rough hands grip her thighs — sinking down onto his cock and riding him until she decides she's had enough —
the thought makes her give into the toy fully, slides it inside of herself slowly, inhaling sharply as her body acclimates to it, vibrations rumbling deep inside of her, the rabbit head pressing against her clit just enough. sara's eyes shut and her back arches a little, free hand reaching back to grip the headboard behind her like a vice. )
Len — ( it sounds a little like a plea, wordlessly begging for him to keep going, 'cause the sensations have her more than a little tongue-tied. )