It's the way she sounds, almost as much as how good she feels licking,
pressing against her that really undoes Mira.
She moans, biting down against her lip and arching forward. Clenches her
hand in Genevieve's hair reflexively at the change, whole body tensed and
electric.
"God, you're gorgeous," she says, aware she's rambling, breathless, "you
feel so good. Fuck. Genevieve. Please." Every part of her's on edge: her
whole body is begging for more, everywhere, if she could even make it to
that.
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It's the way she sounds, almost as much as how good she feels licking, pressing against her that really undoes Mira.
She moans, biting down against her lip and arching forward. Clenches her hand in Genevieve's hair reflexively at the change, whole body tensed and electric.
"God, you're gorgeous," she says, aware she's rambling, breathless, "you feel so good. Fuck. Genevieve. Please." Every part of her's on edge: her whole body is begging for more, everywhere, if she could even make it to that.