Well, she did have a coffee mug somewhere back home that said 'cute enough to stop your heart, skilled enough to restart it' that someone had cheekily gifted her. Let her work her magic for you, Eskel, and have a little fun getting pampered. She clearly thrives off being able to do just that for her partners. Everything about him and how he's spoken to her and treated her has inspired kindness, his every response to her touch honest and aching, down to that chuckle giving way to the rasp of his breath just to have her palm up under his cock.
Her eyes remain fixed on him, dusk blue in the shading of the stables— all while slender fingers carefully frame the sides of his cock so she can stroke him. She watches his gaze slip somewhere far off, his words halt, and then she watches as he seems to catch the tail-ends of escaping thoughts once more to finish what he'd begun to say, wrangling them back down. Each kiss is curved with a smile and the occasional glance up through her lashes when she listens, thumbing along the delicate stretch of skin just under the head of him to rub gentle circles in the little bundle of nerves and seeing how he reacts.
"You have yourself a deal. Provided you give me something to borrow in return."
Her free hand seeks out one of his with her fingertips bumping to his forearm and trailing down to find his fingers, drawing them up to request his touch so he can show her how he likes it, if her own pace doesn't do the trick. And even if her pace is just fine? She'll never turn down fingers in her hair and holding her. It's a small enough ask, surely.
Those kisses finally reach the tip and she lingers there, sucking, hardly holding him aloft with the other hand. She isn't easily distracted no matter how she quips back, at least, and seems to know what he wants. She won't stop now that she's gotten a taste. There isn't even any time to really consider how he'll barely fit in her mouth and between her teeth as her lips part to take him in properly, pillowed on the hot velvet of her tongue after one luxurious rock over the slit of him, swallowing thick as she seeks his gaze and makes sure he gets to revel in the first few moments of this— that initial heat engulfing him and the way she looks to him, minding how she holds him in her mouth. He is big, and he'll forgive her the shifting as her thighs rub together, weight shifting from one knee to the other as her hand curls over his wrist for purchase.
( pls!! I'll believe in u 💪😤 I will always be excited for jantags with eskel in my inbox bein this soft... and omg that's an EXCELLENT purchase, I'm so glad! )
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Her eyes remain fixed on him, dusk blue in the shading of the stables— all while slender fingers carefully frame the sides of his cock so she can stroke him. She watches his gaze slip somewhere far off, his words halt, and then she watches as he seems to catch the tail-ends of escaping thoughts once more to finish what he'd begun to say, wrangling them back down. Each kiss is curved with a smile and the occasional glance up through her lashes when she listens, thumbing along the delicate stretch of skin just under the head of him to rub gentle circles in the little bundle of nerves and seeing how he reacts.
"You have yourself a deal. Provided you give me something to borrow in return."
Her free hand seeks out one of his with her fingertips bumping to his forearm and trailing down to find his fingers, drawing them up to request his touch so he can show her how he likes it, if her own pace doesn't do the trick. And even if her pace is just fine? She'll never turn down fingers in her hair and holding her. It's a small enough ask, surely.
Those kisses finally reach the tip and she lingers there, sucking, hardly holding him aloft with the other hand. She isn't easily distracted no matter how she quips back, at least, and seems to know what he wants. She won't stop now that she's gotten a taste. There isn't even any time to really consider how he'll barely fit in her mouth and between her teeth as her lips part to take him in properly, pillowed on the hot velvet of her tongue after one luxurious rock over the slit of him, swallowing thick as she seeks his gaze and makes sure he gets to revel in the first few moments of this— that initial heat engulfing him and the way she looks to him, minding how she holds him in her mouth. He is big, and he'll forgive her the shifting as her thighs rub together, weight shifting from one knee to the other as her hand curls over his wrist for purchase.
( pls!! I'll believe in u 💪😤 I will always be excited for jantags with eskel in my inbox bein this soft... and omg that's an EXCELLENT purchase, I'm so glad! )