Sombra hums quietly, lifting her head to let him access her neck further. Faintly, she wishes he could kiss and her imagination does most of the hard work for her as she feels his energy make the hairs on the nape of her neck stand.
Would he tease her with his tongue along her throat? Or maybe with a graze of teeth at the edge of her jaw. In fact she never considers that he isn't a tease. Not with that sense of humor or ~open-mindedness~.
No, he would tease her until he was sure she wanted him - enough to leave her pleading with laughter for mercy.
It's that thought that makes her isolate the the sensations, to a single pair of stimuli. The feeling of sinking his cock inch by inch into wet heat and nails raking slowly down his back to match that pace.
"We could do that," she intensifies her manipulation of his receptors for a split-second emphasis. "for real, if you want to."
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Would he tease her with his tongue along her throat? Or maybe with a graze of teeth at the edge of her jaw. In fact she never considers that he isn't a tease. Not with that sense of humor or ~open-mindedness~.
No, he would tease her until he was sure she wanted him - enough to leave her pleading with laughter for mercy.
It's that thought that makes her isolate the the sensations, to a single pair of stimuli. The feeling of sinking his cock inch by inch into wet heat and nails raking slowly down his back to match that pace.
"We could do that," she intensifies her manipulation of his receptors for a split-second emphasis. "for real, if you want to."