Parker follows with her eyes the way Angel guides her hand, letting it easy and light, swallowing dry as it passes between her thighs. She stares at it for a second before looking up to her, slow, purposeful drag of her fingers along her. ]
You have me already.
[ She says in a whisper, leaning against her. Kisses the skin of her stomach again, but doesn't stop there, slow descent of lips, down her waist, thigh, and around, finding her way to one of her favourite spots, right between her legs. Parker presses her hand to the inside of her thigh, gentle little nudge to get them further apart. Her eyes slip closed, her hands drag her near. There is a shudder when her nails dig into her skin, loves that, the physical transformation of her desire.
She waits, for one second. Lets her hang there. Then, just a tilt of her head and she parts her mouth over her, gathers slick with her tongue, slow, slow, so slow, the wet and warm drag of it all over her, until she presses where Angel wants it - well, almost. Cocks her head a little more for a better angle, drawing every word in the dictionary against her in slow, delicious torture. Around her clit, then more often on it, more pointed than she usually is - not to rush it, but to comply with Angel's needs and wants. Wants her hot and unhinged quicker to give her all she demands from Parker. ]
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Parker follows with her eyes the way Angel guides her hand, letting it easy and light, swallowing dry as it passes between her thighs. She stares at it for a second before looking up to her, slow, purposeful drag of her fingers along her. ]
You have me already.
[ She says in a whisper, leaning against her. Kisses the skin of her stomach again, but doesn't stop there, slow descent of lips, down her waist, thigh, and around, finding her way to one of her favourite spots, right between her legs. Parker presses her hand to the inside of her thigh, gentle little nudge to get them further apart. Her eyes slip closed, her hands drag her near. There is a shudder when her nails dig into her skin, loves that, the physical transformation of her desire.
She waits, for one second. Lets her hang there. Then, just a tilt of her head and she parts her mouth over her, gathers slick with her tongue, slow, slow, so slow, the wet and warm drag of it all over her, until she presses where Angel wants it - well, almost. Cocks her head a little more for a better angle, drawing every word in the dictionary against her in slow, delicious torture. Around her clit, then more often on it, more pointed than she usually is - not to rush it, but to comply with Angel's needs and wants. Wants her hot and unhinged quicker to give her all she demands from Parker. ]