[ There's that light touch of his finger, so desired but at this point, not nearly enough to satisfy her want for him. She has to fight the urge to grind herself against it, to beg him for more, to beg him for what she really wants- how does he reduce her to this so easily? Apparently the wait is too long for him too, he can't hold out either, because the next thing she knows is Yu saying her name like that and pressing his tongue to her and honestly - she might lose it at that alone.
The dilemma is obvious from the get-go - whether she should lie back, close her eyes and just let the sensations of exactly what her crush is doing to her right now utterly wash over her - or stay where she is, watching him do this to her. She knows exactly what is turning her on more right now, watching him press his mouth exactly where she'd been fantasising about, feeling his tongue spreading her folds and the awareness in her mind that he's tasting exactly how wet he's made her in the build-up to this. That moan of his is almost too much, she can feel it, the vibration of that sound against her and she cannot mask a moan of her own. She's wet, so wet- and he's making a sound like that, like she's the best thing he's tasted and it makes her toes curl on the lounger and her cheeks darken with red as she looks down at him, ready to meet his gaze while he's doing this to her if he so chooses.
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The dilemma is obvious from the get-go - whether she should lie back, close her eyes and just let the sensations of exactly what her crush is doing to her right now utterly wash over her - or stay where she is, watching him do this to her. She knows exactly what is turning her on more right now, watching him press his mouth exactly where she'd been fantasising about, feeling his tongue spreading her folds and the awareness in her mind that he's tasting exactly how wet he's made her in the build-up to this. That moan of his is almost too much, she can feel it, the vibration of that sound against her and she cannot mask a moan of her own. She's wet, so wet- and he's making a sound like that, like she's the best thing he's tasted and it makes her toes curl on the lounger and her cheeks darken with red as she looks down at him, ready to meet his gaze while he's doing this to her if he so chooses.
Mon Dieu, she's in trouble here. ]