<img style="avatar" src="http://i.imgur.com/FXQBglf.png" style="max-width:25%;float:right;margin:0 0 18px 18px;]Responsive and willing. Rhailo could feel the traveling of his cock as her inner workings ushered to envelope the invasion. Wrapping, wanting, they were insatiable. The muscles bunched then retreated for a split second, repetitive between thrusts. The back and forth game their bodies played was magnetic, and neither wished to part for very long from the other. Saliva coated the member, but it was still expected to fight to push away any resistance, and this was done with an eagerness she had yet experienced from Demagol. How badly he wanted her to feel every inch stuffed tight between those muscles, milking every twitch and spasm without pause. There was no stopping her acceptance at this point; the Auroun cooperated with legs splayed and breath tight in her chest. Any tension she felt waned in that intimate embrace, and were it up to her, he wouldn't leave her side again.
A silent promise. A physical dictation. Never. Separation just wouldn't do.
So their dance continued, hips moving in tandem at times; parting no longer than was needed to build momentum. Driving deep, demanding submission of the coils and restraints that wished only to hug the body of his cock. To mold, to fit-- Demagol was forcing Rhailo to fit him, and in such, she was made for him. No doubt in the Auroun's mind that her body would become his personal project, and with enough sessions clocked, the woman wouldn't remember the touch of anyone prior to the Mandalorian. He cast aside all her previous experience, stripping away the stigma and the history and the shame until what was left was raw, unbridled passion. Only for him, concentrated in that moment. She battled the desire to make him cum for her. If it wasn't obvious in that exact moment, it would be in time. On the same note, she wanted to show him what he was starting, an elevation to levels of lust she often reserved for the privacy of her apartment.
Her insides were a caged animal, desperate to break out while they twisted with pangs of pain and a growing sensation of pleasure. Just havoc and carnal wants that ripped breathy coos of affection from her throat. "O-oh, Dema-" Rhailo stopped mid thought to bite her lip, lashes fluttering as if trying to emphasis the effect of his fingers, as they had just come to tease their tips against her slick folds. He barely received resistance when two fingers dipped into her cunt, and a throaty purr reverberated from the Auroun's throat as her back arched through the penetration. Features moving out slightly, they met with his other hand where she wished it to rest just beneath her chin, and returned to their previous efforts. To suck and savor the taste of his skin, tongue undulating along the pads of his digits. Every hole was his, and Rhailo intended to prove this as often as possible. In some ways, it was a self imposed challenge, but the woman knew he appreciated it. If not, would they be doing this in the first place?
A gasp escaped Rhailo where she was pinned, her actions a mess of movement all aiming to further the pleasure his adorations brought. There were no subtlety in the swiftness of his poundings, without question, but her own anchoring commands brought supple cheeks to spread with taut slaps. How spoiled could the Auroun get as that thumb of his dug messy circles along the outline of her clit, bringing an entirely different sensation into their foray of senses she couldn't fully comprehend. Pressure everywhere-- a static of erratic currents building in her center like those lightening storms plaguing the cityscape beyond their hotel room. He brought out electricity in her veins and it forced her eyes to open, wide with surprise as several more gasps trickled through her gagging lips. All those noises Demagol loved hearing continued to pass the woman's makeshift gag she made with his fingers. Every flex of her throat and roll of her tongue cradled the digits, making them just as slick as his cock was.
Watching him then, Rhailo fell into another spell of moans when the hunter's affections to her cunt were ceased. Demagol pulled away, and as that basting of her excitement found a means to coat his lips and tongue, she was impossibly satisfied with herself. Any sign of acceptance was welcome; she craved validation above all things. To see him revel in her juices with such wanton curiosity brought a weak rise to her chest, breasts bouncing under the thundering jack hammering of his buried cock. As she was, captured to lay above the arm she had claimed from him, the Auroun could already feel that shift in gears starting to noticeably tickle the muscles gripping her partner. Her stamina wasn't quite so attuned as the Mandalorians, and though the woman wanted nothing more than to continue being forced along that thick girth, her body was straining to keep from climaxing too quickly.
Something about the way he took her so boldly made her cheeks burn and her heart swell. Rhailo didn't know why Demagol was so important to her. Outside of their current circumstances, he had a strange appeal that the Auroun was drawn to. Be it the way he was so forceful with her, or how that force ultimately translated into urgency, and eventually, genuine care. Everything about that strong pummeling embrace made her forget the rest of their worries, which left her drifting on choppy waves of sensual bliss. Again his hand snaked low to bury itself within the wiggling of her thighs, and two fingers crammed themselves in that soaked entrance without missing a beat. Rubbing, enticing... Rhailo whispered small praises through the strumming affections, through a mouth full of his fingers, through a battery of toned hips rocking her figure against his. All she could do was slowly pull his hand from her mouth for the time being to return her visage to the males.
There the woman panted in paused closeness, lingering just near enough to hint at the kisses she wanted. Perhaps to simply study what a marvelous face her partner possessed. Eyes skimmed rugged features, finding them more attractive by the minute, but her vision seemed to flicker frantically the longer she stared; her panting increased with the speed of his thumb over a delicate cluster of nerve endings. Eventually, Rhailo was unable to keep her lids open while her curvaceous form wildly writhed in attempts to base his cock and feel the scribbling fingertip rubbing her clit. He made it difficult for her to concentrate on anything but the dedication of his appendages, all working so desperately to get her off. Oh, how she wanted to get off all over those sheathed digits of his. The walls were constricting as she muttered a soft plea into the barest of kisses.
"Please..."
A silent promise. A physical dictation. Never. Separation just wouldn't do.
So their dance continued, hips moving in tandem at times; parting no longer than was needed to build momentum. Driving deep, demanding submission of the coils and restraints that wished only to hug the body of his cock. To mold, to fit-- Demagol was forcing Rhailo to fit him, and in such, she was made for him. No doubt in the Auroun's mind that her body would become his personal project, and with enough sessions clocked, the woman wouldn't remember the touch of anyone prior to the Mandalorian. He cast aside all her previous experience, stripping away the stigma and the history and the shame until what was left was raw, unbridled passion. Only for him, concentrated in that moment. She battled the desire to make him cum for her. If it wasn't obvious in that exact moment, it would be in time. On the same note, she wanted to show him what he was starting, an elevation to levels of lust she often reserved for the privacy of her apartment.
Her insides were a caged animal, desperate to break out while they twisted with pangs of pain and a growing sensation of pleasure. Just havoc and carnal wants that ripped breathy coos of affection from her throat. "O-oh, Dema-" Rhailo stopped mid thought to bite her lip, lashes fluttering as if trying to emphasis the effect of his fingers, as they had just come to tease their tips against her slick folds. He barely received resistance when two fingers dipped into her cunt, and a throaty purr reverberated from the Auroun's throat as her back arched through the penetration. Features moving out slightly, they met with his other hand where she wished it to rest just beneath her chin, and returned to their previous efforts. To suck and savor the taste of his skin, tongue undulating along the pads of his digits. Every hole was his, and Rhailo intended to prove this as often as possible. In some ways, it was a self imposed challenge, but the woman knew he appreciated it. If not, would they be doing this in the first place?
A gasp escaped Rhailo where she was pinned, her actions a mess of movement all aiming to further the pleasure his adorations brought. There were no subtlety in the swiftness of his poundings, without question, but her own anchoring commands brought supple cheeks to spread with taut slaps. How spoiled could the Auroun get as that thumb of his dug messy circles along the outline of her clit, bringing an entirely different sensation into their foray of senses she couldn't fully comprehend. Pressure everywhere-- a static of erratic currents building in her center like those lightening storms plaguing the cityscape beyond their hotel room. He brought out electricity in her veins and it forced her eyes to open, wide with surprise as several more gasps trickled through her gagging lips. All those noises Demagol loved hearing continued to pass the woman's makeshift gag she made with his fingers. Every flex of her throat and roll of her tongue cradled the digits, making them just as slick as his cock was.
Watching him then, Rhailo fell into another spell of moans when the hunter's affections to her cunt were ceased. Demagol pulled away, and as that basting of her excitement found a means to coat his lips and tongue, she was impossibly satisfied with herself. Any sign of acceptance was welcome; she craved validation above all things. To see him revel in her juices with such wanton curiosity brought a weak rise to her chest, breasts bouncing under the thundering jack hammering of his buried cock. As she was, captured to lay above the arm she had claimed from him, the Auroun could already feel that shift in gears starting to noticeably tickle the muscles gripping her partner. Her stamina wasn't quite so attuned as the Mandalorians, and though the woman wanted nothing more than to continue being forced along that thick girth, her body was straining to keep from climaxing too quickly.
Something about the way he took her so boldly made her cheeks burn and her heart swell. Rhailo didn't know why Demagol was so important to her. Outside of their current circumstances, he had a strange appeal that the Auroun was drawn to. Be it the way he was so forceful with her, or how that force ultimately translated into urgency, and eventually, genuine care. Everything about that strong pummeling embrace made her forget the rest of their worries, which left her drifting on choppy waves of sensual bliss. Again his hand snaked low to bury itself within the wiggling of her thighs, and two fingers crammed themselves in that soaked entrance without missing a beat. Rubbing, enticing... Rhailo whispered small praises through the strumming affections, through a mouth full of his fingers, through a battery of toned hips rocking her figure against his. All she could do was slowly pull his hand from her mouth for the time being to return her visage to the males.
There the woman panted in paused closeness, lingering just near enough to hint at the kisses she wanted. Perhaps to simply study what a marvelous face her partner possessed. Eyes skimmed rugged features, finding them more attractive by the minute, but her vision seemed to flicker frantically the longer she stared; her panting increased with the speed of his thumb over a delicate cluster of nerve endings. Eventually, Rhailo was unable to keep her lids open while her curvaceous form wildly writhed in attempts to base his cock and feel the scribbling fingertip rubbing her clit. He made it difficult for her to concentrate on anything but the dedication of his appendages, all working so desperately to get her off. Oh, how she wanted to get off all over those sheathed digits of his. The walls were constricting as she muttered a soft plea into the barest of kisses.
"Please..."
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