Sometimes I look at Fritz and I get the feeling that he'd be the type to cum from having you grinding down against him in his lap and making out with him. And every time I think about it, that want grows stronger.
Anatomy is his specialty. He's incredible with his hands, but he's truly a force of something powerful and dangerous with his mouth, with his tongue. He knows just the right kind of pace to tease you relentless in his edging, the pads of his fingers along your inner thighs only more overwhelming as his hands hold you still, his grasp warm and firm. His touch is everything yet not enough all at once, and you're practically chasing every ounce of it you're given.
In his teasing, he is desperate for it, for your taste, for your pleasure. He's always been vocal during sex, but there's something to the sounds that leave him when he takes you in his mouth; how he moans when he gets that first instance of your taste, how he breathes something between a grunt and a whimper as he shifts to take more of you, the vibrations of his sounds only making your own desperation for him grow.
His hands grip your thighs, lifts you just enough to grant him the angle to give you more; he's practically begging you to fuck his face, to ride him completely and utterly breathless. Your warning that you're close only has him doubling down his efforts, his fingers fucking into you as he pulls back only for a breath of a moment, lips still ghosting against you as he tells you to come for him. When he takes you back in his mouth, your hands card through his hair as you press him closer to you, your release one that hits you hard.
Your moans nearly drown out his own as he takes you, as his hold shakes in the overwhelming rush of pleasure. It's only when you lightly tug him back that he lifts himself to breathe, as his hooded gaze meets your blissed out expression. Your release coats his lips, his chin…a deep flush runs down along his chest, something that nearly takes your breath away, the sensation only growing when you catch sight of the cum spattered along his abdomen; he'd come just from the taste of you.
she gets it
Pedro Augusto (@pedrao_gyn)
Cannot stop thinking about this one, actually.
I open this program for the first time in two months, and this is the first thing I end up experimenting with.
Thinking about Fritz's hands, what else is new--
can i kiss the tip sorry i meant can i kiss your tip FUCK sorry can I please kiss you on the tip okay shit I mean can I please kiss your tip ffufuck MAY I PLEASE KISS THE TIP please let me kiss the tip
Does they have any idea how often I think about the idea of just. him trailing his hands within you, inside you in another literal sense? The pads of his fingers giving a heightened sense of sensitive shock in a manner akin to hands grazing the inner thighs?
The intimacy not only in the trust alone, but in the marvel of how he holds your heart in his hands. His lips press to yours as he cradles your heart almost reverently, something that pleads for you to be closer even as you find yourself in a proximity you hadn't thought possible.
He surrounds you truly and wholly now, and god are you craving to sink into it.
There's a comment I think about all the time about vivisection/surgery being an act of body worship from Medic, and genuinely I feel like that clicked something into place I didn't even realize I had the pieces for before.
L | 26 | They/ThemOccasional writer, avid piner.[often suggestive leaning/NSFW centric | MINORS DNI]
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