It's a quiet echo of his chant as she mouths his neck, then his collarbone, nibbling there as she leaves a small mark with her kiss. The urge is there to fuck back against him, but she doesn't, putting everything she has into letting him fuck her to the edge. "Good boys go right to the edge, but they don't come until they're told."
Another kiss on his jaw. "You're so good, aren't you? My good boy."
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It's a quiet echo of his chant as she mouths his neck, then his collarbone, nibbling there as she leaves a small mark with her kiss. The urge is there to fuck back against him, but she doesn't, putting everything she has into letting him fuck her to the edge. "Good boys go right to the edge, but they don't come until they're told."
Another kiss on his jaw. "You're so good, aren't you? My good boy."