[Has anyone ever looked so intent while giving a handjob? Or so much like a cherry tomato?
That little rasped affirmation does a lot more for her than just softening her focus or easing the building worry that she's blundering through this. It plucks that familiar pleasant chord for her, the part that finds his voice and the idea of him getting more vocal really appealing. The idea of him getting more vocal because of her? That's a confidence boost.]
Good... [She lets slip a hitched laugh, softly mimicking what he told her earlier, teasing.] That's... what's supposed to happen, right?
[Slowing her pace as he leans into her periphery, Youko turns into the soft warmth of his hand almost on instinct before he leads her into another kiss, her eyes closing with a sigh. There is a list of favorite things about this all beginning to coalesce in her mind, but kissing him might be at the top.
The muscles in her stomach tighten as his hand skims along her skin, down, down, down, the light, ticklish feeling changing to heat when he dips between her thighs. She can't hold the whine, lips parting against his and around the sound, legs shifting just that little bit further apart for him.]
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That little rasped affirmation does a lot more for her than just softening her focus or easing the building worry that she's blundering through this. It plucks that familiar pleasant chord for her, the part that finds his voice and the idea of him getting more vocal really appealing. The idea of him getting more vocal because of her? That's a confidence boost.]
Good... [She lets slip a hitched laugh, softly mimicking what he told her earlier, teasing.] That's... what's supposed to happen, right?
[Slowing her pace as he leans into her periphery, Youko turns into the soft warmth of his hand almost on instinct before he leads her into another kiss, her eyes closing with a sigh. There is a list of favorite things about this all beginning to coalesce in her mind, but kissing him might be at the top.
The muscles in her stomach tighten as his hand skims along her skin, down, down, down, the light, ticklish feeling changing to heat when he dips between her thighs. She can't hold the whine, lips parting against his and around the sound, legs shifting just that little bit further apart for him.]