taking advantage of a napping baby [[closed to Joslire for H&M]]

[prophetepiphany]

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[knife_fighter]

With Laura on his lap, her breasts were easy to reach with his lips and tongue, he just had to bend his head, like so.

[knife_fighter]

Joslire chucked as he continued nibbling, and kissing at her belly, then he moved to rub his beard ever so gently against the skin of her inner thigh.

[prophetepiphany]

That movement elicited a sharp intake of breath, and she shifted to part her legs. The same thing that tickled before was highly arousing now, and she swallowed heavily. Her hands weren't idle, as they moved up and down his arms languidly.

[knife_fighter]

Joslire kissed licked and nibbled in a teasing circle spiralling between her thighs toward the center.

[prophetepiphany]

Her belly was already taught in anticipation, and her hands stopped on his muscles again to squeeze in encouragement.

[knife_fighter]

Slowly he worked his way into the center, enjoying every move and sound she made, when he got there, he lightly flicked his tongue across.

[prophetepiphany]

Laura gasped loudly, her hands tightening around arms as she closed her eyes. "Oh, Jos..." she murmured, and she was practically putty in his hands.

[knife_fighter]

He hummed, low, and aroused.

Joslire started with light feathery flicks of the tongue that progressed to former touches, and nibblings with his lips over hsi teeth, and sucking...

[prophetepiphany]

"Oh my Gods," she moaned, because it was the sucking that really did her in, and she felt her arousal start to build. She knew that he wouldn't actually go anywhere, but she reached out anyway, her hand on the back of his neck as she tried not to jerk and writhe too much.

[knife_fighter]

And his hum turned to a very aroused moan at her hand just there, and the wonderful sounds, and motions, and the scent of her arousal.

[prophetepiphany]

It only took a few more movements of his mouth before Laura was coming against him, his name leaving her mouth as a cry while her hips jerked involuntarily.

"Yes, Gods Joslire, yes..."

Her skin flushed pink, and she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth.

[knife_fighter]

Joslires hands grabbed and stroked her flesh feverishly, his kisses back up her body were torrid, and needy.

He teased her lower lip back out from between her teeth with his lips and tongue.

[prophetepiphany]

Laura groaned at the taste of herself on his lips, and she brought a leg around his hip. Rocking against him, she parted her lips against his to kiss him deeply.

[knife_fighter]

Joslire slipped inside her as they kissed and rocked his hips in counter point to hers, too aroused to be slow and subtle about it.

[prophetepiphany]

Laura'd had her orgasm, and so she focused on him. Picking up the pace, she tightened around him, creating a rhythm in time with his thrusts as her lips broke from his and found a spot on his neck to pay attention to.

[knife_fighter]

It didn't take long until Joslire's breath was coming in harsh panting gasps, which he tried to remember to keep quiet, as he arched his neck to give her full access.