[The swipe of his tongue, that warm and dexterous muscle, makes Melissa inhale sharply. Her fingers curl in his hair — unintentionally tugging a bit from his scalp. Gradually those thighs he braces his hands on spread. Inviting Aether to continue. No longer can she look away less she be surprised again by any advance.
She can feel the hot sensation of her own desire pooling in her core. Aching for more of Aether's ministrations. Each time he circles that sensitive nub she can feel her nerves come alive. Pleasure jolting up her spine before dissipating as a lovely warmth that makes her nothing but hungry for more.
A pleased hum resonates in her throat, and she drags her short nails gently along his scalp to encourage him.]
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She can feel the hot sensation of her own desire pooling in her core. Aching for more of Aether's ministrations. Each time he circles that sensitive nub she can feel her nerves come alive. Pleasure jolting up her spine before dissipating as a lovely warmth that makes her nothing but hungry for more.
A pleased hum resonates in her throat, and she drags her short nails gently along his scalp to encourage him.]