[ It's so mutual- an unspoken agreement that they both didn't need to bring attention to. Asking her if she secretly liked it when he talked dirty or swore, despite her 'protests'. It was more fun listening to her moan and whine about his swearing. When she ripped another husky "fuck" from his lips. During their belated Valentine's romp in Caihong, when he was stirring her cum stained pussy and asking her which part of "I like this." she was referring to, he punctuated every possible 'this' with a kiss. Then a squeeze of her sensitive breast. Then a hard pump of his hips when his cock drummed on her womb. If he knew then what he knew now?
He would have asked; asked her if she didn't want to hear how close he was to popping in that tight little pussy, with every thrust. It was a little secret of his, to get the polite and sophisticated Weiss Schnee to lose grip on that filter of hers. To break that "good girl" streak of hers whether he was lapping her slim folds and making her shake, or fucking her hard and deep as many times as she wanted till she loosed a curse of her own. But that's just it, wasn't it? Weiss Schnee was a good girl. His good girl. And part of the thrill of the hunt was never actually catching that prey.
And seeing those bright, cute eyes looking up at him, never breaking who she is with his dick between those pretty stretched lips, was just as thrilling to him. Cloud knew she liked doing this; she liked sucking his cock and being called a good girl. And he let her know it, too, with a hand running through her hair and his hips rolling forward to slide another inch closer to the back of her throat. He wasn't looking anywhere else, Weiss. Even when you look away as his thighs clench and his dick throbs and leaks excess in precum.
"Please" he's compelled, spurred by the cute noises she makes as she sucks around his member. And the pleading command for him to enjoy himself for her? Was probably going to take his former Heiress back into that shower. Even if she spends him once, any softness in his erection would be fleeting at best before he was back to making sure she got as much enjoyment out of her little "Please" as he did. ]
Get on your stomach?
[ He wants her to get nice and comfortable before she got to taste more of that sweet treat. ]
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He would have asked; asked her if she didn't want to hear how close he was to popping in that tight little pussy, with every thrust. It was a little secret of his, to get the polite and sophisticated Weiss Schnee to lose grip on that filter of hers. To break that "good girl" streak of hers whether he was lapping her slim folds and making her shake, or fucking her hard and deep as many times as she wanted till she loosed a curse of her own. But that's just it, wasn't it? Weiss Schnee was a good girl. His good girl. And part of the thrill of the hunt was never actually catching that prey.
And seeing those bright, cute eyes looking up at him, never breaking who she is with his dick between those pretty stretched lips, was just as thrilling to him. Cloud knew she liked doing this; she liked sucking his cock and being called a good girl. And he let her know it, too, with a hand running through her hair and his hips rolling forward to slide another inch closer to the back of her throat. He wasn't looking anywhere else, Weiss. Even when you look away as his thighs clench and his dick throbs and leaks excess in precum.
"Please" he's compelled, spurred by the cute noises she makes as she sucks around his member. And the pleading command for him to enjoy himself for her? Was probably going to take his former Heiress back into that shower. Even if she spends him once, any softness in his erection would be fleeting at best before he was back to making sure she got as much enjoyment out of her little "Please" as he did. ]
Get on your stomach?
[ He wants her to get nice and comfortable before she got to taste more of that sweet treat. ]