wishes that she would dig her nails into them somewhere. shoulders or something. something to keep them rooted in-- she feels so good, between the gratifying, gorgeously wet catch and slide of her voice to the silky pull of her pink below, that they think they're losing control a little. more than a little. how sweet the shape her mouth makes when it opens around nonsense syllables that are all vowel, a language more universal than english or japanese.
they hang on for dear life. they try to count-- her breaths, the moans in between them? they try to count-- the starburst of shadow her eyelashes cast on her cheek. they try to think of something to stave off orgasm.
but her mouth accidentally slips across the corner of their lips right then, moving the grain of the velvet of their stubble. and that's it for janus. orgasm comes-- racking up their narrow hips, shuddering, five years of white light behind their eyes, as they ride their thrusts into rolling tides against her.]
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wishes that she would dig her nails into them somewhere. shoulders or something. something to keep them rooted in-- she feels so good, between the gratifying, gorgeously wet catch and slide of her voice to the silky pull of her pink below, that they think they're losing control a little. more than a little. how sweet the shape her mouth makes when it opens around nonsense syllables that are all vowel, a language more universal than english or japanese.
they hang on for dear life. they try to count-- her breaths, the moans in between them? they try to count-- the starburst of shadow her eyelashes cast on her cheek. they try to think of something to stave off orgasm.
but her mouth accidentally slips across the corner of their lips right then, moving the grain of the velvet of their stubble. and that's it for janus. orgasm comes-- racking up their narrow hips, shuddering, five years of white light behind their eyes, as they ride their thrusts into rolling tides against her.]