[ Rin's body hiccups around his fingers, locking up and tightening around his strokes. A choked and self-stifled cry spills out of her when she orgasms— half of her face pressed to the side and stubbornly trying not to see him. But Dark recognizes an orgasm for an orgasm, ashamed or not. He feels her peak rolling across his digits like hard waves on a beach's shore; still strong, potent enough to make her cry. She's... cute. He thinks that while her limbs go floppy, and when he sees she's stopped actively resisting the sensation so much.
Pussy juice has collected noisily on the ends of his fingers. In the throes of her release, he doubts she's as likely to protest against him taking a lick of them. So that's precisely what he does. They momentarily abandon her cunt and provide nothing to squeeze anymore. Wild and unable to be bridled, Dark's tongue drags up the length of his fingers to lick them clean. He's like a lion.
Maybe there's a taste to her fluids, maybe there isn't. But Dark doesn't care either way. Rin just tastes like a virgin woman. His virgin woman, at that. How proud Dark feels of bringing her some sexual satisfaction. He combs some of the deep brunette hair from her face before he starts fondling her milk-filled breasts again. ]
Didn't I say not to come?
[ Pink, puffy nipples peek through the gaps of his slick fingers. He presses down on her skin until white streams dribble down the back of his hands— they follow the cascades there of masculine veins and ligaments. ]
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Pussy juice has collected noisily on the ends of his fingers. In the throes of her release, he doubts she's as likely to protest against him taking a lick of them. So that's precisely what he does. They momentarily abandon her cunt and provide nothing to squeeze anymore. Wild and unable to be bridled, Dark's tongue drags up the length of his fingers to lick them clean. He's like a lion.
Maybe there's a taste to her fluids, maybe there isn't. But Dark doesn't care either way. Rin just tastes like a virgin woman. His virgin woman, at that. How proud Dark feels of bringing her some sexual satisfaction. He combs some of the deep brunette hair from her face before he starts fondling her milk-filled breasts again. ]
Didn't I say not to come?
[ Pink, puffy nipples peek through the gaps of his slick fingers. He presses down on her skin until white streams dribble down the back of his hands— they follow the cascades there of masculine veins and ligaments. ]