them sexts

[inuyasock]

the phone sex +
sexting meme

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[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....