[Only tell -- like Corry can't smell it on her, like it isn't evident in her pretty pink tongue stretched out to accept anything he gives, his spit, his cum, his blood, his hand. He debates each one, settling on the last, a quick pop of his palm against her cheek, barely any effort, barely a sting. A taste of what to come, should she not recoil.]
By keeping your mouth open until I tell you to close it. [Back to that sharp, clipped register, even as his thumb moves over the blossoming mark, presses at the jut of her cheekbone, stoking the sting, seeing if she'll catch her breath, wince, flinch. He doesn't think she will, a smack to the cheek is hardly anything to cry about. Not for a girl who kneels so prettily, who lets him drink from her mouth, who keeps her spine straight as his hand continues to move. Corry follows the lines of thick purple-red, finds a budding bruise and strokes his thumb in slow circles, like he's toying with her clit, her nipples instead.]
Tongue out. Mouth open, Wait patiently. Understand? [The tip of one sandaled foot moves, nudging at the press of her thighs, prompting them apart. Harder to resist the urge to rut with his toe right there.]
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By keeping your mouth open until I tell you to close it. [Back to that sharp, clipped register, even as his thumb moves over the blossoming mark, presses at the jut of her cheekbone, stoking the sting, seeing if she'll catch her breath, wince, flinch. He doesn't think she will, a smack to the cheek is hardly anything to cry about. Not for a girl who kneels so prettily, who lets him drink from her mouth, who keeps her spine straight as his hand continues to move. Corry follows the lines of thick purple-red, finds a budding bruise and strokes his thumb in slow circles, like he's toying with her clit, her nipples instead.]
Tongue out. Mouth open, Wait patiently. Understand? [The tip of one sandaled foot moves, nudging at the press of her thighs, prompting them apart. Harder to resist the urge to rut with his toe right there.]