Why on... earth? A strange turn of phrase, to be sure.
Rhea'li hums, fingers tracing lines where her legs join to hip, touch feather light as he observes the unusual way her doll-like body fits together, the appearance of her genitalia.
"Some like to maintain an illusion of control," he murmurs as he lowers his head.
Hands sliding up to rest on Lilja's waist, Rhea'li presses his face right in, flat of his tongue licking a long line up to her clit, lightly sucking on it but taking care not to use tongue on the sensitive nub yet. Instead, he lowers his head yet again, this time using the tip of his tongue to part her folds, curling it and dipping it in and out, hands massaging her waist. He takes his time, leisurely exploring her with his mouth as though he could only form an image by touch, leaving no part unlicked or unsucked save for her clit.
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Rhea'li hums, fingers tracing lines where her legs join to hip, touch feather light as he observes the unusual way her doll-like body fits together, the appearance of her genitalia.
"Some like to maintain an illusion of control," he murmurs as he lowers his head.
Hands sliding up to rest on Lilja's waist, Rhea'li presses his face right in, flat of his tongue licking a long line up to her clit, lightly sucking on it but taking care not to use tongue on the sensitive nub yet. Instead, he lowers his head yet again, this time using the tip of his tongue to part her folds, curling it and dipping it in and out, hands massaging her waist. He takes his time, leisurely exploring her with his mouth as though he could only form an image by touch, leaving no part unlicked or unsucked save for her clit.