She's My Collar (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

[Mr.Aznable]

She covered her mouth again and managed to bite back a loud cry. She was so wet, already.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He moaned lowly and sucked gently on her breast as he worked her slowly.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

She shuddered hard and bit back a loud cry again and again, gripping his hair tight and forcing him more firmly against her breast.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He sucked harder, moaning lowly at her forcefulness. He must have liked that.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

She panted hard. "S..So.. rough..~"

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"I can stop.." He said against her breast, his voice low.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

She shook her head and forced him back down to her breast with a hitch in the breath.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He grew rougher, his fingers working her faster. He almost hated that the loved this.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

She grunted and drooled heavily as she tangled her fingers tight in his hair. This.. was exciting.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He loved her sounds and the feel of her, how she tugged his hair, he was already shamelessly addicted.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

She was losing her mind, this was the only man she'd ever been with so far to have made her feel like this.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He was drooling over her breasts, switching between them every now and again, teasing her entrance with his fingers periodically.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

Her eyes rolled to the back of her skull and she let out a muffled grunt as she easily coated his fingers.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He didn't know if he should work faster or if she was content with the pace they had now, but he was aching terribly and his body demanded relief and demanded it soon.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

"O-Orin, for the gods' sake p-please, I need more..~" she whined quietly.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He moaned and pushed his fingers into her, straight to the knuckle, and moved them quickly in and out of her.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

She covered her mouth and bit back a loud cry of bliss, her lush, tight walls coating his fingers heavily in her juices. She was so soft, so tight that it doubled his ache just from the contact.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He hissed and moaned desperately, wishing to have more of her.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

She gently rocked her hips, fighting to keep them still as she released his hair to grip the sheets.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He worked her as fast as he could, resisting the urge to touch himself at the same time.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

She was only getting wetter around his fingers, her sounds getting lower in pitch.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

Was she getting close? Gods, he couldn't wait for that.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

She was gripping the sheets tight, he could hear her nails straining the fabric.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He was obsessed, obsessed with every sound and every squirm she made.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

She suddenly seized up, her walls wrapping so unbelievably tight around his fingers.