[His efforts are rewarded with a series of soft moans and pleased sighs, sometimes, even an utterance of his name. Bela doesn’t know how long she'll last if he keeps it up like this, but it's a fleeting thought because everything he's doing feels so damn good; she's in absolute heaven.
The occasional curse word does slip from her lips, followed by a deep groan of pleasure. Her hips start to move slowly against his mouth, hands reaching down below to find something to hold onto, fingers twisting in the sheets as she cries out again, louder than before.
Somehow, Bela notices that one of his hands moved away from her, and she doesn't know why. Until she hears him moan. Was he? Because if he was doing what Bela thinks he's doing, it's really hot.]
I'm close... [Maybe he could tell already, though she did want to give him a warning.]
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The occasional curse word does slip from her lips, followed by a deep groan of pleasure. Her hips start to move slowly against his mouth, hands reaching down below to find something to hold onto, fingers twisting in the sheets as she cries out again, louder than before.
Somehow, Bela notices that one of his hands moved away from her, and she doesn't know why. Until she hears him moan. Was he? Because if he was doing what Bela thinks he's doing, it's really hot.]
I'm close... [Maybe he could tell already, though she did want to give him a warning.]