[ she looks ready to argue and push back when he pins her to the bed, because the loss of control isn't something she loves and she could at least maintain the illusion of it while she was straddling him. but, as soon as his mouth finds her cunt, she's pacified.
she arches her back, writhing against the mattress and rolling her hips up to grind herself against his tongue. the noises she makes are all breathy, and it's fairly evident she simply won't allow them to become moans. she doesn't, however, stop herself from threading her fingers through his hair. ]
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she arches her back, writhing against the mattress and rolling her hips up to grind herself against his tongue. the noises she makes are all breathy, and it's fairly evident she simply won't allow them to become moans. she doesn't, however, stop herself from threading her fingers through his hair. ]