them sexts

[inuyasock]

the phone sex +
sexting meme

what it says on the tin. leave a blank comment, include your preferences or a starter, it's all good. reply to others with a text, a dirty picture (please link all nsfw things!), misfires, misdials, drunk filthy voicemails, whatever your heart desires.

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[clavesregni]

[Forcing herself to stay silent is nearly as agonizing as sitting behind her desk all day desperate for release. A moan wells up in her chest at the indescribable taste of Mel, at feeling of those delicate fingers running through her hair and pressing against her scalp, at the heady scent of Mel's arousal. But she chokes it back, reminding herself that they need to be quiet.

Frantic as she is, there's still a precision to Caitlyn's movements, tongue gliding around Mel's clit again and then down to press inside her, then back up to swirl in another tight circle over her clit, memorizing her cunt with the same careful attention to detail with which she memorized Mel's face.

Equally carefully, Caitlyn eases two fingers into Mel, spreading them slightly before dragging them back out, fingertips angled just so to stroke along the upper wall of Mel's cunt. As she does so, she looks up at Mel, thoroughly enamoured by this view of her. The whole length of Mel's body stretched out above her, that incisive gaze meeting her own adoring stare.

She tucks a third finger against the other two, ready to press all three into Mel.]

Would you like more?

[meldarda]

[ "Perfect" is a dangerous enough word that Mel tends to avoid using it unless she's describing some aspect of herself but right now, it's the only word that surfaces in her mind. Everything else is drowned out in sharp pleasure and raw sensation, and really, it is the most apt word for how Caitlyn Kiramman is using her mouth, her tongue, her fingers.

Mel's own fingers tighten into dark hair with an increasing helplessness that emphasizes the vulnerability of this moment: sitting upon a briefing table, being expertly eaten out by the daughter of her councillor colleagues in a room with an unlocked door in a building that's far from empty... and should the door open now, Mel knows she wouldn't want to stop. She isn't even sure if she'd be able, if Caitlyn wanted to keep going, wanted to keep tasting her, touching her, fucking her. It's the most vulnerable Mel has felt since Noxus, and unlike back in Noxus, this feeling of vulnerability -- even weakness -- is not unpleasant. In this moment, nothing is unpleasant. It's all...

... perfect.

Another moan smothers up against the panties in Mel's mouth. The glide and swirl of Caitlyn's tongue upon Mel's clit works with the flex and bend of the enforcer's dexterous fingers with the elegant synchronization of a beautiful but deeply sensuous dance: graceful yet full of eager ferocity. Then, when Caitlyn asks if Mel could take more, she tilts her head back down and smiles even as fabric leaks from between full, soft lips. Mel nods, eyes heavy-lidded with desire as bliss pulses through the hallways of her body. A further stroke to Caitlyn's hair - ] Mmhm....