[The loudness of her moans surprises them both, but far more importantly, it turns Diluc on like nothing else. She's so warm, wet, sensitive. Diluc can think of little else but the way she feels beneath his tongue and how she sounds in his ears — like an angel, by the way — but he makes no attempt to straighten out his thoughts.
No, as they are now, there's no need to think. This is one of those instances where letting instinct take over is the right call, and Diluc does, smoothing calloused palms down the insides of Amber's thighs and burying his tongue in her pussy, savoring the way her muscles contract around his tongue.
But it's not enough, not for an appetite as voracious as his. While his tongue is occupied elsewhere, he's rubbing at her with the pad of his thumb, half-lidded eyes glued to hers to catch even the barest hint of a reaction. He wants this to feel good, so he only moves as quickly or slowly as Amber prefers, taking the occasional breath to pepper her mons with kisses, her quivering inner thighs.]
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No, as they are now, there's no need to think. This is one of those instances where letting instinct take over is the right call, and Diluc does, smoothing calloused palms down the insides of Amber's thighs and burying his tongue in her pussy, savoring the way her muscles contract around his tongue.
But it's not enough, not for an appetite as voracious as his. While his tongue is occupied elsewhere, he's rubbing at her with the pad of his thumb, half-lidded eyes glued to hers to catch even the barest hint of a reaction. He wants this to feel good, so he only moves as quickly or slowly as Amber prefers, taking the occasional breath to pepper her mons with kisses, her quivering inner thighs.]