[ She likes that fight in him, likes pushing him down into the pillow and tasting his mouth, letting him taste himself on her tongue. It's a nice feeling, the resistance good even if they both know what the ultimate outcome will be. The look of the result on him is good, and the gag somehow just completes it. She could stand to watch that a little bit longer, and her eyes are still on him as she's moving slowly back down, except for the moments she pauses to press a kiss to his chest, his stomach, the trail of muscles leading downwards. ]
Mine. [ It's a soft whisper against the flat of his stomach, almost inaudible, and then her hands are resting on his thighs again, one last glance up at him in serious attention before she takes him back in her mouth, lets her tongue swirl around him. ]
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Mine. [ It's a soft whisper against the flat of his stomach, almost inaudible, and then her hands are resting on his thighs again, one last glance up at him in serious attention before she takes him back in her mouth, lets her tongue swirl around him. ]