( izzy can count on one hand the amount of times she's been to bed with a man and only simply touched them, in which they hadn't taken to the first opportunity to devour her, claim their mouth over any bit of skin they could in order to mark themselves as having been there. but baby; he's the trail of ghosting lips at her cheek, a trembling adoration to the way the span of his palm cups over her ass— no bit possessively as much as it is appreciation, an awe she's never been entirely sure how to handle.
she'd be lying if she said she weren't the least bit curious, driven to find those rougher edges that desperation pulls from another that's only so subtly being shown to her by the way he gropes her, the way he'd fed up into the heat of her mouth as if there was nothing else.
she knows he's getting close, stark black lingerie of hers left to peek free where panties are hugged tightly to her hips, and she adds a curl to the tandem of her wrist. ensures that every time she milks him upward she's dragging the edge of her palm over his tip, covering the entirety of him to mimic for what she can how her own tight, velveteen walls would take him. it's beyond her how intimacy has found itself where lust otherwise prevails, stumbling lips along his ear to let a hot breath into it's shell, a whisper following after: )
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she'd be lying if she said she weren't the least bit curious, driven to find those rougher edges that desperation pulls from another that's only so subtly being shown to her by the way he gropes her, the way he'd fed up into the heat of her mouth as if there was nothing else.
she knows he's getting close, stark black lingerie of hers left to peek free where panties are hugged tightly to her hips, and she adds a curl to the tandem of her wrist. ensures that every time she milks him upward she's dragging the edge of her palm over his tip, covering the entirety of him to mimic for what she can how her own tight, velveteen walls would take him. it's beyond her how intimacy has found itself where lust otherwise prevails, stumbling lips along his ear to let a hot breath into it's shell, a whisper following after: )
Don't hold back.