[There's that bright, bemused flash of a grin again, and Corry leaning down to catch Danny's lips again -- he's not usually such a big kisser, but, well. Danny's mouth begs for it, quite frankly, and who is he to refuse? Besides, it's impossible to resist when those big, bright eyes are fixed on his cock like it's the most compelling, tempting thing in existence.]
Careful with making sweeping statements like that, my darling. I could have all sorts of nefarious intentions, after all. [Another kiss, then Corry's shifting back on his heels, letting his cock slide down Danny's stomach, over his hip, his thigh, tantalizingly close to his spread, slick cunt, and there's definitely a temptation there to forego foreplay entirely and just get inside him. But Corry has plans, ones that involve him kissing down over Danny's neck, his collarbone, lingering for a moment at his chest.
One big hand smooths up Danny's side, following the gentle curve from hip to waist, then over, thumbing across one peaked nipple, before following the gesture with his mouth. Corry definitely wants to come back here, wants to teethe and tease at Danny's chest until he's squirming -- but later. For now he just feels, kisses, flicks his tongue over one peak, then the other, then continues down.]
Lie back a bit. [It's murmured at the sharp jut of one hipbone as Corry stretches out fully, curling his hands around Danny's thighs to keep them spread, give him enough room to work. Then he's there, the flat of his tongue licking up the flushed, swollen seam of Danny's cunt, humming approvingly at the taste. So much better straight from the source.]
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Careful with making sweeping statements like that, my darling. I could have all sorts of nefarious intentions, after all. [Another kiss, then Corry's shifting back on his heels, letting his cock slide down Danny's stomach, over his hip, his thigh, tantalizingly close to his spread, slick cunt, and there's definitely a temptation there to forego foreplay entirely and just get inside him. But Corry has plans, ones that involve him kissing down over Danny's neck, his collarbone, lingering for a moment at his chest.
One big hand smooths up Danny's side, following the gentle curve from hip to waist, then over, thumbing across one peaked nipple, before following the gesture with his mouth. Corry definitely wants to come back here, wants to teethe and tease at Danny's chest until he's squirming -- but later. For now he just feels, kisses, flicks his tongue over one peak, then the other, then continues down.]
Lie back a bit. [It's murmured at the sharp jut of one hipbone as Corry stretches out fully, curling his hands around Danny's thighs to keep them spread, give him enough room to work. Then he's there, the flat of his tongue licking up the flushed, swollen seam of Danny's cunt, humming approvingly at the taste. So much better straight from the source.]