[ She can't help but lick her lips to see him so ready, squaring away any of her own nerves - it's been so long, for her, but she refuses, refuses to disappoint, not when he's so, ahem, excited- and wraps her left hand around the length of his cock. Firm pressure, a light squeeze to start, before she pumps him once. Watching his face for his reaction. How he worries his lower lip, how his hands react in her hair.
A second stroke, a third, followed by a fourth, before she tips his cock forward and leans in to drag her tongue slowly along its length, a warm, damp, wet stripe teasing along from balls to base, a steady curve up leading to the head, before thumb pad drags across the tip of his cock, followed by a lick of her tongue.
And then back down, to start again, at that same antagonisingly slow pace. ]
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A second stroke, a third, followed by a fourth, before she tips his cock forward and leans in to drag her tongue slowly along its length, a warm, damp, wet stripe teasing along from balls to base, a steady curve up leading to the head, before thumb pad drags across the tip of his cock, followed by a lick of her tongue.
And then back down, to start again, at that same antagonisingly slow pace. ]