[He closes his eyes and breathes it in, the scent of her, her voice begging him, finally. Saying that sweet little word, letting go of her dignity in her pursuit of what she craved. Laid bare and consumed by it, by him. It was magnificent, and he wanted to make it last for hours, keep her begging and teetering on the edge as long as he could.
But he wanted more than that. And he knew that by letting her have it, letting her taste it, he could come back later and spin this out again, longer, with that sweet promise of more still fresh in her mind.
Still, there was room to tease.]
Please, Ivy? Please what? Tell me, beautiful, hungry, exquisite Ivy - what you want the most, now. Plead for it from me.
[He caresses the side of her face, her breast, and with his other hand he strokes himself just a little, biting back a gasp and watching her, watching the plants coil around her and make her wet, preparing her for him. He slicks his fingers in his own pre cum and reaches out to hold them above her lips, offering her a taste.]
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But he wanted more than that. And he knew that by letting her have it, letting her taste it, he could come back later and spin this out again, longer, with that sweet promise of more still fresh in her mind.
Still, there was room to tease.]
Please, Ivy? Please what? Tell me, beautiful, hungry, exquisite Ivy - what you want the most, now. Plead for it from me.
[He caresses the side of her face, her breast, and with his other hand he strokes himself just a little, biting back a gasp and watching her, watching the plants coil around her and make her wet, preparing her for him. He slicks his fingers in his own pre cum and reaches out to hold them above her lips, offering her a taste.]