[ It is not the best nor most comfortable position in the world, but Parker doesn't care to be comfortable right then. No, all she is focused on is Angel's voice and pleasure and the way she holds on tight. There is an ease to it when she shifts her knee up, and Parker tugs her that little bit closer to fit against her better.
She knows well, by now, what she likes best or what to do to get her riled up and she is not shy in using that knowledge. Leans away after a second, can only taste Angel in her tongue and it gets her shuddering for it. Smooths a hand over her stomach as she looks up to her, little smile in seeing the state she is in - part proud for being the one doing that, part happy for Angel to feel all of these things unabashedly, unafraid. Free.
It takes her a beat longer to lean back in, full of want; her lips latch around her and she takes in a long, drawled out stroke of her tongue against her. Her other hand grabs on to her hip, a bit too hard, enough to imprint pink and red on her skin, keeping her close in case she bucks away. Not taking her time, too greedy for Angel, too wanting, has more things in mind, and wants her hard and hot and weak.
Parker takes the hand from her thigh to travel down her leg and around, to one of those on her shoulder. Slips her fingers around her wrist, gentle and soft point of contact, always needy for it. It is unlike the way she sucks around her, hard, pale skin red and shivering with want, thighs pressing close together with want. Head tilted so that her hair falls slightly over her eyes, but non-stopping in her ministrations, chasing every high pitched gaps, every shudder, every grip on her shoulders. ]
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She knows well, by now, what she likes best or what to do to get her riled up and she is not shy in using that knowledge. Leans away after a second, can only taste Angel in her tongue and it gets her shuddering for it. Smooths a hand over her stomach as she looks up to her, little smile in seeing the state she is in - part proud for being the one doing that, part happy for Angel to feel all of these things unabashedly, unafraid. Free.
It takes her a beat longer to lean back in, full of want; her lips latch around her and she takes in a long, drawled out stroke of her tongue against her. Her other hand grabs on to her hip, a bit too hard, enough to imprint pink and red on her skin, keeping her close in case she bucks away. Not taking her time, too greedy for Angel, too wanting, has more things in mind, and wants her hard and hot and weak.
Parker takes the hand from her thigh to travel down her leg and around, to one of those on her shoulder. Slips her fingers around her wrist, gentle and soft point of contact, always needy for it. It is unlike the way she sucks around her, hard, pale skin red and shivering with want, thighs pressing close together with want. Head tilted so that her hair falls slightly over her eyes, but non-stopping in her ministrations, chasing every high pitched gaps, every shudder, every grip on her shoulders. ]