( she offers, giddy at how easily undone hyunsu is. she's smiling, and she knows he'd like to see it, but it's already been established that he's a good boy, and so his eyes stay closed, obedient. carefully, eunyu lowers herself, open mouth spread against his abdomen. more on a level, she lets his cockhead rub against the soft skin between her breasts, shuddering, grateful she didn't wear a bra. even if it still feels weird to be naked and outside at the same time. )
That was my stomach. Now — ( she tilts her head down so she can watch, angling his cock against her breast, circling her nipple. ) a little, ah, higher.
( thighs are a thought, though. it feels like a very ancient way of getting off — something eunyu tucks away for the nearest future, trying to see this whole thing like a stage act in parts. point a to point b. probably overthinking, but not wanting to come across like she didn't think about it all, which of course she hadn't, not really. not down to the nitty gritty, at least — in that ambivalent i want him way, sure. a hundred times. now? she lifts her hand to spit in the palm of it, gathering hyunsu's cock back in her fist with a gentle, considering stroke. it feels like a giant step to actually put him in her mouth, which she isn't sure she's ready for, but also. thinking about hyunsu's reaction is, decidedly, addictive.
halfway point, then. she bends lower, skittish, and licks her tongue from the tip of his cock to the base, before peering up at him, flushed, breathing hard, squirming. )
no subject
( she offers, giddy at how easily undone hyunsu is. she's smiling, and she knows he'd like to see it, but it's already been established that he's a good boy, and so his eyes stay closed, obedient. carefully, eunyu lowers herself, open mouth spread against his abdomen. more on a level, she lets his cockhead rub against the soft skin between her breasts, shuddering, grateful she didn't wear a bra. even if it still feels weird to be naked and outside at the same time. )
That was my stomach. Now — ( she tilts her head down so she can watch, angling his cock against her breast, circling her nipple. ) a little, ah, higher.
( thighs are a thought, though. it feels like a very ancient way of getting off — something eunyu tucks away for the nearest future, trying to see this whole thing like a stage act in parts. point a to point b. probably overthinking, but not wanting to come across like she didn't think about it all, which of course she hadn't, not really. not down to the nitty gritty, at least — in that ambivalent i want him way, sure. a hundred times. now? she lifts her hand to spit in the palm of it, gathering hyunsu's cock back in her fist with a gentle, considering stroke. it feels like a giant step to actually put him in her mouth, which she isn't sure she's ready for, but also. thinking about hyunsu's reaction is, decidedly, addictive.
halfway point, then. she bends lower, skittish, and licks her tongue from the tip of his cock to the base, before peering up at him, flushed, breathing hard, squirming. )
I know what we should do.