[ Weiss would even be cursing now if she were the type to. Alas, it's just his name she keep saying over and over in between moans, in between laboured breaths, and it stays that way until it feels like she can no longer say anything coherent.
She's going to come from just him sucking on and flicking his tongue against her clit. It's so sensitive, throbbing and swollen, that her thighs keep twitching every so often as she feels waves of immense pleasure hit her bit by bit.
There's still a bit of her that's reserved though, conscious of her surroundings and what's going on. Much as she wants to completely rest her weight on his face, she doesn't want him to become uncomfortable or to get smothered. He doesn't even need to breathe anymore, but the thought is there. A thought that becomes less and less of a priority as seconds pass, as it feels like there's something building up in her stomach that she rides his face with more fervour now. ]
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She's going to come from just him sucking on and flicking his tongue against her clit. It's so sensitive, throbbing and swollen, that her thighs keep twitching every so often as she feels waves of immense pleasure hit her bit by bit.
There's still a bit of her that's reserved though, conscious of her surroundings and what's going on. Much as she wants to completely rest her weight on his face, she doesn't want him to become uncomfortable or to get smothered. He doesn't even need to breathe anymore, but the thought is there. A thought that becomes less and less of a priority as seconds pass, as it feels like there's something building up in her stomach that she rides his face with more fervour now. ]