[ if he had to breathe, he'd be smothered--but he doesn't dislike that either, the idea of being smothered between her thighs.
he continues his attentions, working his tongue in and out of her at a different pace than the one she's setting with her hips. he doesn't stop even after she's hit orgasm, intent on drawing it out as long as possible. he tips over the edge soon after though, spent body tensing beneath her as he climaxes.
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he continues his attentions, working his tongue in and out of her at a different pace than the one she's setting with her hips. he doesn't stop even after she's hit orgasm, intent on drawing it out as long as possible. he tips over the edge soon after though, spent body tensing beneath her as he climaxes.
and even still, his mouth works against her. ]