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</a><br/>Nalia<br/>Anger room<br/><a class="username" data-user-id="3012" data-username="@Norden" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/3012/">@Norden</a><br/><br/>Nalia’s heart skipped a beat looking into his eyes. Again, it felt as if the words were whispered right at her ear, his lips caressing her lobe...but they weren’t, and they didn’t. It was only his eyes, just looking at her. That was all.<br/><br/>Her hand still at the base, holding him upright as she went in for another lick, began stroking him again. Only a few strokes, though, as she brought her lips down to the tip with just a light kiss, before opening her mouth and inviting him in. Lowering her head down until not even an inch showed, her hand had nowhere else to go except towards the organ hanging just below. Lightly, gently, slowly, she massaged them between her fingers and in her palm, her head moving along him at the same pace. Her free hand slid over to his inner thigh, caressing it at first.<br/><br/>She moved at this slower pace for a few minutes, glancing between his pelvic area and back up at his eyes, pulling him out every so often to take a breath before plunging back in. By this point he was glistening from her saliva, and likely from any clear bits of fluids coming from him as well. Before long, she would pick up the pace, her caresses stopping to focus on him. Her tongue would encircle him each time he completely disappeared into her mouth. Her throat would squeeze at the tip.<br/><br/>She would keep this pace for a bit longer before moving her mouth off of him again. Taking a breath, her lips still hanging open, she would switch. Her hand back on his length stroking, and her mouth where her hand had been gently massaging and sucking. To contrast the pleasures, her hand on his thighs would lightly scratch at the sensitive skin.<br/>All the while of all that she does, she’d watch him, his face, wanting to enjoy any and all the reactions, the feelings, the excitement, the pleasure he’d show, knowing she was the one in the driver’s seat driving him to all of this.