Maybe I'm just trying to be a – mmmph, good team player?
[ Play of the games come and go, but good teamwork lives forever. Hana has grown a lot in terms of rushing in and 'stealing' the spotlight be it for fame or for her own sense of self-worth. Despite her desire to touch him in return in the shower, to tend to him just as he was to her... she let him have his moment. Now? She has hers. Something calls for Hana to return every sentiment, as if she kept a catalog in the back of her mind. Her eagerness was clear by the time she follows his own suit, one hand carefully reaching up to feel the weight of his balls, the other gripping onto his base to keep him steady.
When she begins to work? She begins to work. The PS6 was the furthest thing from her mind at this point, even if the hum of the machines lulled her in a familiar way. His set up wasn't the worst – the one directly in front of her was far better. Hana's lips take him easily, tongue curious and goading all at once as if trying to encourage him to be – as she said – twitchy for her. It was proof of her handiwork, proof of a job well done.
Even as inches push past her tiers, grinding down to the expanse of her flattened tongue... she makes sure he has something of a show. How could he not with Hana on her knees in front of him? The noises she makes were peppered whines and messy squishes of spit, her fingers gaining some wetness from her mouth when she goes deeper onto him.
Her fingers massage at him, thickness and fullness all at once, while Hana tries to adjust her jaw to him fully – to take more without holding back now. She wanted to do this, she wanted to begin to learn what makes him tick again, see if some things have changed beyond their demeanors...
And it was something that excites her more than the actual act. ]
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[ Play of the games come and go, but good teamwork lives forever. Hana has grown a lot in terms of rushing in and 'stealing' the spotlight be it for fame or for her own sense of self-worth. Despite her desire to touch him in return in the shower, to tend to him just as he was to her... she let him have his moment. Now? She has hers. Something calls for Hana to return every sentiment, as if she kept a catalog in the back of her mind. Her eagerness was clear by the time she follows his own suit, one hand carefully reaching up to feel the weight of his balls, the other gripping onto his base to keep him steady.
When she begins to work? She begins to work. The PS6 was the furthest thing from her mind at this point, even if the hum of the machines lulled her in a familiar way. His set up wasn't the worst – the one directly in front of her was far better. Hana's lips take him easily, tongue curious and goading all at once as if trying to encourage him to be – as she said – twitchy for her. It was proof of her handiwork, proof of a job well done.
Even as inches push past her tiers, grinding down to the expanse of her flattened tongue... she makes sure he has something of a show. How could he not with Hana on her knees in front of him? The noises she makes were peppered whines and messy squishes of spit, her fingers gaining some wetness from her mouth when she goes deeper onto him.
Her fingers massage at him, thickness and fullness all at once, while Hana tries to adjust her jaw to him fully – to take more without holding back now. She wanted to do this, she wanted to begin to learn what makes him tick again, see if some things have changed beyond their demeanors...
And it was something that excites her more than the actual act. ]