[ 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. ]
[ That hoarseness to her voice, the impact of his cock in her throat, the husky panting breaths that suggest she's just as into this as he is -- it's enough, more than enough. Tony groans and curses breathlessly as he reaches the point of no return, heat tightening through his core and muscles locking as his orgasm wipes every coherent thought out of his mind.
He comes shuddering over her, almost falling over, one hand flailing out for support on the door as the other blurs over his dick as he paints her face like she asked, her mouth and cheek, even into her hair and her shoulder -- messy and inelegant for once. For a long few moments he holds onto it, making choked noises of his own, before he starts to subside, his strokes becoming automatic twitches as he slumps back down onto his heels. ]
Oh shit. Ohh, fuck, I needed that. [ He clears his throat and blinks, looking down at her. A wide smile breaks across his face and he pants out a soft, fond laugh. ] Hey, I gotcha. Look at that. [ He reaches out with his free hand to wipe her eyebrow clean, looking at his thumb for a moment before sticking it in his mouth to taste himself, salty and strong. ]
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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. ]
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He comes shuddering over her, almost falling over, one hand flailing out for support on the door as the other blurs over his dick as he paints her face like she asked, her mouth and cheek, even into her hair and her shoulder -- messy and inelegant for once. For a long few moments he holds onto it, making choked noises of his own, before he starts to subside, his strokes becoming automatic twitches as he slumps back down onto his heels. ]
Oh shit. Ohh, fuck, I needed that. [ He clears his throat and blinks, looking down at her. A wide smile breaks across his face and he pants out a soft, fond laugh. ] Hey, I gotcha. Look at that. [ He reaches out with his free hand to wipe her eyebrow clean, looking at his thumb for a moment before sticking it in his mouth to taste himself, salty and strong. ]
Good girl. What do you want in return, huh?