Lorca's adoration reads as pride. Those he adores, he's molded; in the moments they are perfect to him, it's because they're perfect for him. A soldier who lives by his command, a lover who dies for his caress.
Kneeling, awaiting his order, Christine is a reflection of both.
"With your mouth. And your hand." A thought occurs. This has been an exemplary start. It begets a memorable finish. "Just one. I want the other between your legs."
Chapel rises up on her knees a little to be able to touch herself while she touches him and she wraps her hand around his cock while slipping the other between her legs. It doesn't shock her that she's already wet because any time she does this with Gabriel, she gets turned on long before she has a touch that you could consider "good" or "arousing" in the traditional sense.
She sighs a little as her fingers glide against her but she doesn't focus on that for long because she wants to get her mouth on him and she feels like that's the more important part of the instruction.
Chapel slides her tongue along the length of him without breaking eye contact and then draws him into her mouth, sucking lightly.
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Date: 2024-07-17 02:51 am (UTC)Kneeling, awaiting his order, Christine is a reflection of both.
"With your mouth. And your hand." A thought occurs. This has been an exemplary start. It begets a memorable finish. "Just one. I want the other between your legs."
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Date: 2024-07-17 07:03 pm (UTC)She sighs a little as her fingers glide against her but she doesn't focus on that for long because she wants to get her mouth on him and she feels like that's the more important part of the instruction.
Chapel slides her tongue along the length of him without breaking eye contact and then draws him into her mouth, sucking lightly.