There we go, there's my boy. [It's almost purred, right at the seam of thigh and hip, followed by Corry’s lips, pressing to the jut of one hipbone. He's tempted to linger, wondering if he can leave enough marks scattered over Danny's thighs that it'll be visible below the hemline of the sweater. It's an appealing thought, that sort of visible claim.
But Corry is a simple man at heart, and it's been a good few days since he'd gotten a taste of Danny, and really he's lasted long enough in proximity of his bare cunt without giving in to temptation. So he doesn't waste any more time, tongue gliding up the parted folds, soaking his senses with the gathered slick there. Danny gets so much wetter than anyone Corry’s ever been with, and he makes the most perfect sounds, breathy and needy and sweet.
The car is still moving, still rumbling, adding enough ambient sound to cover the positively obscene sound of Corry’s mouth, lips pressing hot to Danny's hole, tongue plunging inside, delving deeper than should be possible, then slipping free to circle his clit. The flat of his tongue rests there, pulsing slightly, just enjoying Danny shuddering and throbbing against him.
Corry leans back, chin slick, replacing his tongue with his fingers, following the path he'd set, around Danny's clit, inside him, then back up, again and again.] Feel better? [He knows the answer is a "fuck no" that even sensitive and inexperienced as he is, Danny still needs more to actually come.]
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But Corry is a simple man at heart, and it's been a good few days since he'd gotten a taste of Danny, and really he's lasted long enough in proximity of his bare cunt without giving in to temptation. So he doesn't waste any more time, tongue gliding up the parted folds, soaking his senses with the gathered slick there. Danny gets so much wetter than anyone Corry’s ever been with, and he makes the most perfect sounds, breathy and needy and sweet.
The car is still moving, still rumbling, adding enough ambient sound to cover the positively obscene sound of Corry’s mouth, lips pressing hot to Danny's hole, tongue plunging inside, delving deeper than should be possible, then slipping free to circle his clit. The flat of his tongue rests there, pulsing slightly, just enjoying Danny shuddering and throbbing against him.
Corry leans back, chin slick, replacing his tongue with his fingers, following the path he'd set, around Danny's clit, inside him, then back up, again and again.] Feel better? [He knows the answer is a "fuck no" that even sensitive and inexperienced as he is, Danny still needs more to actually come.]