Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20140208053126/@comment-11588669-20140501115059

He whimpered at the increase in speed. The sound was needy, wanting. He knew what she was doing: Torturing him, drawing out the pleasure. She wanted him to beg, pleade for pleasure. And it was working. His thoughts became clouded with desire, his eyes darkened. His breath came out in pants with every motion she made. He saw the blush on her cheeks. And she looked all the better for it. A sudden spike of pleasure shooting through his body rent a cry from his lips.

Her tongue swirled around the tip, and stroked against it. The touches were feather light, teasing. The suction drew whatever liquid that seeped from his tip out, giving him more pleasure at a slow, torturous pace. It was damning and pleasing. He wanted more, wanted to feel her. But he knew he couldn't have that. Not yet. But gods, he was going to worship her after this.

A pleased hiss escaped from his lips as he felt something gently scrape along his length.