She should expected the 'relief' he spoke of to be as such, but even that didn't prepare her for the moment his mouth made contact.
"Aaahn!" For the first time she moans willingly. One hand move to rest on the back of his head, lightly pulling at this short brown strands. She leans into him, drawn to the wet heat of his mouth and the attentive stroke of his tongue. This felt vastly different from when he touched her in office. The firm pinch of his strong fingers replaced by the sharp tug of his teeth.
She shudders whenever they clamp down, just enough to cause a little bit of pain and send a warm tingle down to her already dripping sex. A short tug that earns him another moan, followed in quick succession by a long swipe of his tongue, and suction pressure of his mouth. The sort of triple combo attack that has Satsuki almost falling apart in front of him. She cries out in a whimper as arousal drips down her inner thighs in thick rivers, her breathing uneven and quick as she holds herself to him.
When he switches to focus on the other nipple, she felt like she was going to melt away. Her moaning growing louder as the hand in his hair holds him to her chest. She had never considered that she could get so turned on, so close to letting herself go just because someone was sucking upon her breasts.
"Mas--aaahn!!" At the last second, she stops herself from calling out to him. No, no, no. She couldn't say it out loud like this. Was it really worth it? Admitting defeat? Calling him Master? All because he so fucking good with his mouth?
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"Aaahn!" For the first time she moans willingly. One hand move to rest on the back of his head, lightly pulling at this short brown strands. She leans into him, drawn to the wet heat of his mouth and the attentive stroke of his tongue. This felt vastly different from when he touched her in office. The firm pinch of his strong fingers replaced by the sharp tug of his teeth.
She shudders whenever they clamp down, just enough to cause a little bit of pain and send a warm tingle down to her already dripping sex. A short tug that earns him another moan, followed in quick succession by a long swipe of his tongue, and suction pressure of his mouth. The sort of triple combo attack that has Satsuki almost falling apart in front of him. She cries out in a whimper as arousal drips down her inner thighs in thick rivers, her breathing uneven and quick as she holds herself to him.
When he switches to focus on the other nipple, she felt like she was going to melt away. Her moaning growing louder as the hand in his hair holds him to her chest. She had never considered that she could get so turned on, so close to letting herself go just because someone was sucking upon her breasts.
"Mas--aaahn!!" At the last second, she stops herself from calling out to him. No, no, no. She couldn't say it out loud like this. Was it really worth it? Admitting defeat? Calling him Master? All because he so fucking good with his mouth?
Had Satsuki Kiryuin really fallen so far?