It's hard to give her the more that she craves when her mouth on his cock is so distracting. She swallows him deep and works her hand against him and Nikolai is lost, left only to moan against her and use his hands to grip her ass and pull her firmer against his face.
It's different like this, yes, but he can still drag his tongue against soaked folds before swirling it around her clit in a slow tease. He slides it into her and against her and moves every way he can think of while trying to keep his wits about him. Her mouth does something particularly clever and he gasps, turning his head to murmur against her thigh.
Slim thighs were already trembling on either side of Nikolai's head, the machinations of that wicked, wicked tongue nearly driving away what was left of her precious sanity. Natalia bit off another wanton squeal when she felt that tongue penetrate, and her body instantly responded, squeezing and begging the only way it knew how. Lithe hips rolled in Nikolai's mismatched hands, the small princess heartbeats away from another volatile climax.
But she wasn't idle. Determined to pleasure her sweet, sweet lover - and win that hastily-thought-out bet, Natalia forced herself to focus on the stiffly aching cock so eager for her attention. She loved sucking him like this, driving him out of his head using only her mouth. Which was why she moaned, lapped, and laved around the rigid flesh, relaxing her jaw to take him as far as she could into her throat, not enough to choke, but only just. She'd also learned that hollowing her cheeks as she lifted her head, slowly, was another way to make him shake, and she did so, over and over again.
She didn't reply, but the low, wanton moan that slithered up from between his thighs was answer enough.
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It's different like this, yes, but he can still drag his tongue against soaked folds before swirling it around her clit in a slow tease. He slides it into her and against her and moves every way he can think of while trying to keep his wits about him. Her mouth does something particularly clever and he gasps, turning his head to murmur against her thigh.
"Printessa, you're killing me."
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But she wasn't idle. Determined to pleasure her sweet, sweet lover - and win that hastily-thought-out bet, Natalia forced herself to focus on the stiffly aching cock so eager for her attention. She loved sucking him like this, driving him out of his head using only her mouth. Which was why she moaned, lapped, and laved around the rigid flesh, relaxing her jaw to take him as far as she could into her throat, not enough to choke, but only just. She'd also learned that hollowing her cheeks as she lifted her head, slowly, was another way to make him shake, and she did so, over and over again.
She didn't reply, but the low, wanton moan that slithered up from between his thighs was answer enough.