[Slowly, she leans in - she decides to not use her tongue for the task, not yet, because she can imagine him tasting of ash or soot or worse. Instead, she briefly brushes her lips across the tendril, feeling the texture of it with her lips as she's touched.
And yes, she's grateful for not being fully pressed beneath him.
In the mass of his tendrils, her thighs and rear and hips wrapped around, she feels that second one beginning to brush against her entrance as well. She takes just the tip of the tendril into her mouth, tongue pointedly snaking away. She wonders, is this closer to kissing or sucking on fingers? Or would it actually be oral sex?
Regardless, she breaks the contact before too long, giving the tendril she'd kissed a fond little pat before glancing down. She can hardly see, for how tightly he's wrapped around her, and her heart skips a beat in a way that isn't necessarily excitement. At least he seems to be listening to her.]
Bring that second one up. Towards the top of my folds. There should be - something like a nub. Brush across it. Do not grip, or pull, or linger for too long. Just brief contact.
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And yes, she's grateful for not being fully pressed beneath him.
In the mass of his tendrils, her thighs and rear and hips wrapped around, she feels that second one beginning to brush against her entrance as well. She takes just the tip of the tendril into her mouth, tongue pointedly snaking away. She wonders, is this closer to kissing or sucking on fingers? Or would it actually be oral sex?
Regardless, she breaks the contact before too long, giving the tendril she'd kissed a fond little pat before glancing down. She can hardly see, for how tightly he's wrapped around her, and her heart skips a beat in a way that isn't necessarily excitement. At least he seems to be listening to her.]
Bring that second one up. Towards the top of my folds. There should be - something like a nub. Brush across it. Do not grip, or pull, or linger for too long. Just brief contact.