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John 'Axle' Winters<br/>
<i class="fas fa-spinner fa-spin"></i> Anger room<br/>
Mentions: <a class="username" data-user-id="4695" data-username="@MonsterMistress" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/4695/">@MonsterMistress</a>​</div><br/>The ease with which she let his member slide slowly down her tongue after the last few strokes, and venture over to her throat without gagging, indicated she already had quite a bit of experience and plenty of skill to boot. John's eyes widened a bit as he let out a strained groan in response to her warm, wet, welcoming depths. He was deeply impressed. His low, heated voice muttered a soft curse.<br/><br/>When her hand slid over his testicles and her thumb, palm and fingers rolled over his skin for added pleasure, he closed his eyes and let the sounds of his enjoyment escape freely on his heavy breaths in the same rhythm as the pressure she was building along his nerves with every slow, coordinated movement of her body. His thigh moved a little with her caresses as well, clearly enjoying them. Made restless with the slow-burning pleasure, his hands reached out, found her hair and began to gather it in his palms to let his fingers run over her scalp and along the edges of her ears - giving her back a mere fraction of the sensual joy she was giving him. His body was more than eager, mixing his own fluids with hers on the tongue that welcomed, then enveloped him.<br/><br/>"Nalia..." he breathed softly, letting her name give expression to his feelings of lust. His eyes, full of pleasure, smiled at her. "Fuck, that feels good..."<br/><br/>When she moved her mouth off his member, he also took a moment to recover his breath, his chest heaving. As she moved her head lower, his hands played with her hair instead of massaging her scalp, and her mouth and hand elicited low noises mixed with needy breaths from his lips with her efforts. The scratch of her nails along his sensitive skin brought rougher tones in his hums of sexual thrill. It was at once too much and too little, feeding his hunger while at the same time leaving him wanting. His gaze was fiery, horny, longing for more - for her. For everything she had to offer.