[ there? he didn’t say with words but puffed back loudly to be heard, and with his busy mouth eren doesn’t pull back, but delves deeper, flitting his tongue to the very spot that garnered her delight, the slit of her entry, was it? or above that— but maybe it didn’t matter. the fox had already decided to enter, so little, really, but he does.
the tongue gradually slips its way into her, pulls out, then pushes in again as he kept her spread, curling and uncurling the tip, a sluggish glide that savored her every taste, curvature and fold. he can’t reach just below with his covered face of scent and wetness— so his hand helps its way to her front, and uses her growing slickness to rub her sex, circular and with the pads of all first forefingers. or there? his voice questioned in tone, eyes shut and ready to eat up her response just as much as he’s eating her out. ]
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the tongue gradually slips its way into her, pulls out, then pushes in again as he kept her spread, curling and uncurling the tip, a sluggish glide that savored her every taste, curvature and fold. he can’t reach just below with his covered face of scent and wetness— so his hand helps its way to her front, and uses her growing slickness to rub her sex, circular and with the pads of all first forefingers. or there? his voice questioned in tone, eyes shut and ready to eat up her response just as much as he’s eating her out. ]