[ it's all too easy to sink into the feeling, easy enough that much later down the line she might have to do some hard self-reflecting--but that's later. for now laura just lets tony keep her in place with the hands on her head and in her hair, mouth open wide to take the quick snap of his hips and deep thrusts into her throat.
she's getting messier by the moment, blinking through watering eyes every time her her air is cut off just a little too long, or he fucks into her just a little harder than before, saliva drips out of the corners of her mouth where she can't swallow properly. but the beauty of it is, laura doesn't care. she barely notices, too caught in the feeling, the blur of letting tony take what he wants without question.
by the time he pulls out she's blinking and hazy and breathless, chest rising and falling in rapid fire, and she sounds--hoarse, when she speaks. ]
Come on my face.
[ just that, before she's opening her mouth again and letting her tongue hang out, eyes still up and fixed on tony as she waits for him to tip over the edge. ]
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she's getting messier by the moment, blinking through watering eyes every time her her air is cut off just a little too long, or he fucks into her just a little harder than before, saliva drips out of the corners of her mouth where she can't swallow properly. but the beauty of it is, laura doesn't care. she barely notices, too caught in the feeling, the blur of letting tony take what he wants without question.
by the time he pulls out she's blinking and hazy and breathless, chest rising and falling in rapid fire, and she sounds--hoarse, when she speaks. ]
Come on my face.
[ just that, before she's opening her mouth again and letting her tongue hang out, eyes still up and fixed on tony as she waits for him to tip over the edge. ]