[Ah, he's made a mistake. Reality hits Diluc full across the face and he understands in an instant that one: he's staring quite brazenly at her vulva, and two? Having one's genitals stared at is going to make anyone feel nervous and a little self-conscious. With an apologetic smile, he shakes his head and explains himself.]
Oh, don't mind me. I'm wondering what stroke of luck could have possibly led me to this point, that's all.
[Because he'd never considered himself a lucky man, but today has made him reconsider that notion. To ease her mind, he kisses an eager line down her inner thigh to stop just shy of her sex, hot breath fanning where she's swollen and so wet with arousal.]
May I?
[With her blessing, he'll descend upon her pussy like a owl on a rabbit, to continue with the metaphor. The strokes of his tongue are broad and exploratory, licking over every fold, the swell of her clit, in search of what makes her feel best.]
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Oh, don't mind me. I'm wondering what stroke of luck could have possibly led me to this point, that's all.
[Because he'd never considered himself a lucky man, but today has made him reconsider that notion. To ease her mind, he kisses an eager line down her inner thigh to stop just shy of her sex, hot breath fanning where she's swollen and so wet with arousal.]
May I?
[With her blessing, he'll descend upon her pussy like a owl on a rabbit, to continue with the metaphor. The strokes of his tongue are broad and exploratory, licking over every fold, the swell of her clit, in search of what makes her feel best.]