She trails her fingers down his cheek, the strength returning to her with every breath, her mind still processing how phenomenal he was.
"I might only have decades, but I think I can hit the mark."
Marksmanship analogies are apt because she is an absolutely killer (literally) marksman.
She sits up, grabs the lapels of his little jacket thing, and tugs him up so they can trade places. She's not at her most graceful with one hand still not at its best, but she doesn't need both of them to pull down those ridiculous pants. She has teeth, for fuck's sake.misty
Once his pants are off, she strokes his cock, fingers trailing lightly down from the head, until she gets a firm but not crushing grip on the shaft. Then she puts the head in her mouth, and strokes it with her tongue, hand giving soft little up and down movements to start.
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"I might only have decades, but I think I can hit the mark."
Marksmanship analogies are apt because she is an absolutely killer (literally) marksman.
She sits up, grabs the lapels of his little jacket thing, and tugs him up so they can trade places. She's not at her most graceful with one hand still not at its best, but she doesn't need both of them to pull down those ridiculous pants. She has teeth, for fuck's sake.
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"A spitfire like yourself? You'll be phenomenal."
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Once his pants are off, she strokes his cock, fingers trailing lightly down from the head, until she gets a firm but not crushing grip on the shaft. Then she puts the head in her mouth, and strokes it with her tongue, hand giving soft little up and down movements to start.