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her back and pushing her hips towards his mouth as she felt his tongue lick slowly up the slit of her sex.
He did it again, and again, till River could barely stand it, wantonly pushing herself up to meet his mouth. Only then did Fen make his tongue into a point that slid between her folds. The new sensation made River sob, clutching convulsively at the soft fur beneath her.
Using his thumbs to part her lips, Fen nuzzled into her sex, finding her clitoris to suckle gently. River’s answering gasp pleased him, as did her hand on the top of head, holding him to her.
So he did it again, suckling gently with his lips before using his tongue on her, flicking her clit gently. Her hips bucked again as she ground against his mouth. Clearly she wanted more, and Fen was never one to disappoint a lady. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t tease her, first.
Releasing her clit, Fen lapped lower, till his tongue found her tight opening. He made a stiff little cock of his tongue, before plunging deep. Coated in her sweet, salty juices, Fen tongue-fucked her till she begged for more.
Fen withdrew only long enough to coat his thumb in her wetness. His tongue returned to her tight sheath as his thumb found her clit, circling in an ever-tightening orbit until he found the center of her pleasure.
“Oh Fen, yes, please…” River begged, the pleasure nearly too much. “Please,” she repeated, “Oh please.”
Fen rubbed her clit more roughly as River continued to beg, her soft words spurring him on. Meanwhile, River was shocked at her own behavior. Before Trevor had come along, River had always enjoyed sex. Raised with few inhibitions, she’d had no trouble sharing her body with another. But after what happened, River had suddenly grown self-conscious. She was scarred, and not just metaphorically, and those scars reminded her daily that she needed to be more cautious, more contained.
But here, with Fen, some of the old River returned. She’d always been shameless and greedy when it came to her own pleasure, although she also enjoyed giving as much as she did receiving. Hearing her voice begging for release was almost a relief to her, despite her surprise at hearing it again. Part of her had been afraid that Trevor had torn that ardent, lusting River away from her. But there she was, alive and well.
And driving Fen’s own desire to an almost maddening peak.
Her soft begging made him want to give her everything he had. He wanted to make her come a dozen times, using fingers, tongue and cock, until even she could beg no more. Then he’d make her come one more time, simply because he could, and because she would enjoy it.
Hungrily, matching River’s greed, Fen moved his mouth up back to her clit and his fingers back to her slick opening. Pushing inside of her, he gathered her wetness. River groaned eagerly when she felt those soaked fingers move to her ass, swirling more lubrication over her already soaked flesh. When he was satisfied she was prepared, Fen pushed two fingers into her cunt as she felt his thumb’s gentle pressure at her ass.
She pushed against him, opening herself to him, and his thumb popped in to fill her gorgeously. River groaned low and deep, loving the feeling of being totally filled, feeling her orgasm rise in her belly.
“Harder, Fen. More. Give me more.”
And the selkie did; plunging his fingers in and out of her cunt as his thumb plundered her ass. Meanwhile his mouth was busy on her clit–a constant suckling pressure combined with the constant rubbing of his talented tongue.
River’s ass and cunt clenched down on Fen’s fingers as she neared the brink and then plunged over, orgasming with a harsh cry and a flood of wetness around his fingers.
Turned on by her noisy indulgence in her pleasure, Fen groaned against her, feeling his cock harden even more in response.
Finally, River pushed him away, the sensations too much. Fen sat back on his heels to enjoy her splayed out, wet and wanton before
He did it again, and again, till River could barely stand it, wantonly pushing herself up to meet his mouth. Only then did Fen make his tongue into a point that slid between her folds. The new sensation made River sob, clutching convulsively at the soft fur beneath her.
Using his thumbs to part her lips, Fen nuzzled into her sex, finding her clitoris to suckle gently. River’s answering gasp pleased him, as did her hand on the top of head, holding him to her.
So he did it again, suckling gently with his lips before using his tongue on her, flicking her clit gently. Her hips bucked again as she ground against his mouth. Clearly she wanted more, and Fen was never one to disappoint a lady. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t tease her, first.
Releasing her clit, Fen lapped lower, till his tongue found her tight opening. He made a stiff little cock of his tongue, before plunging deep. Coated in her sweet, salty juices, Fen tongue-fucked her till she begged for more.
Fen withdrew only long enough to coat his thumb in her wetness. His tongue returned to her tight sheath as his thumb found her clit, circling in an ever-tightening orbit until he found the center of her pleasure.
“Oh Fen, yes, please…” River begged, the pleasure nearly too much. “Please,” she repeated, “Oh please.”
Fen rubbed her clit more roughly as River continued to beg, her soft words spurring him on. Meanwhile, River was shocked at her own behavior. Before Trevor had come along, River had always enjoyed sex. Raised with few inhibitions, she’d had no trouble sharing her body with another. But after what happened, River had suddenly grown self-conscious. She was scarred, and not just metaphorically, and those scars reminded her daily that she needed to be more cautious, more contained.
But here, with Fen, some of the old River returned. She’d always been shameless and greedy when it came to her own pleasure, although she also enjoyed giving as much as she did receiving. Hearing her voice begging for release was almost a relief to her, despite her surprise at hearing it again. Part of her had been afraid that Trevor had torn that ardent, lusting River away from her. But there she was, alive and well.
And driving Fen’s own desire to an almost maddening peak.
Her soft begging made him want to give her everything he had. He wanted to make her come a dozen times, using fingers, tongue and cock, until even she could beg no more. Then he’d make her come one more time, simply because he could, and because she would enjoy it.
Hungrily, matching River’s greed, Fen moved his mouth up back to her clit and his fingers back to her slick opening. Pushing inside of her, he gathered her wetness. River groaned eagerly when she felt those soaked fingers move to her ass, swirling more lubrication over her already soaked flesh. When he was satisfied she was prepared, Fen pushed two fingers into her cunt as she felt his thumb’s gentle pressure at her ass.
She pushed against him, opening herself to him, and his thumb popped in to fill her gorgeously. River groaned low and deep, loving the feeling of being totally filled, feeling her orgasm rise in her belly.
“Harder, Fen. More. Give me more.”
And the selkie did; plunging his fingers in and out of her cunt as his thumb plundered her ass. Meanwhile his mouth was busy on her clit–a constant suckling pressure combined with the constant rubbing of his talented tongue.
River’s ass and cunt clenched down on Fen’s fingers as she neared the brink and then plunged over, orgasming with a harsh cry and a flood of wetness around his fingers.
Turned on by her noisy indulgence in her pleasure, Fen groaned against her, feeling his cock harden even more in response.
Finally, River pushed him away, the sensations too much. Fen sat back on his heels to enjoy her splayed out, wet and wanton before
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