(It's only polite, gosh. But that's not important when he begins to thrust inside her mouth with the kind of smooth, slow strokes that have Serah sliding one of her hands from his body to her own, dipping down between her legs and stroking the wet folds there.
Her mouth tightens around him, her tongue writhing underneath as a moan slips out of her throat when she slips fingers inside of herself, those attentive blue eyes fluttering shut and opening again. Her head bobs slightly in rhythm with his movement and she sucks in a breath through her nose, deep enough to suction her throat and mouth around him.
Where they are seems utterly unimportant now. Just that she's watching him as he takes her mouth like it was made for him to have.
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Her mouth tightens around him, her tongue writhing underneath as a moan slips out of her throat when she slips fingers inside of herself, those attentive blue eyes fluttering shut and opening again. Her head bobs slightly in rhythm with his movement and she sucks in a breath through her nose, deep enough to suction her throat and mouth around him.
Where they are seems utterly unimportant now. Just that she's watching him as he takes her mouth like it was made for him to have.
Which, if you asked Serah, it was. )