Astarion hums his satisfaction and smiles. He continues to fuck her with
his tongue in a random pattern of deep and shallow presses, sometimes doing
barely more than lapping over her entrance and sometimes pushing in like he
wants to lose himself completely. One hand splays over the crease of her
hip, thumb lightly pressing over her clit so that the rocking of her hips
will give her that little more friction.
His own hips move, a little restless, against the bed; he's still dressed
from the waist down and his erection is an almost painful pressure under
his leathers.
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Astarion hums his satisfaction and smiles. He continues to fuck her with his tongue in a random pattern of deep and shallow presses, sometimes doing barely more than lapping over her entrance and sometimes pushing in like he wants to lose himself completely. One hand splays over the crease of her hip, thumb lightly pressing over her clit so that the rocking of her hips will give her that little more friction.
His own hips move, a little restless, against the bed; he's still dressed from the waist down and his erection is an almost painful pressure under his leathers.