<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Timothy with Angela within the Doc's Room</strong></span><br/><br/>Looking at Angela's folds and inhaling the scent of the woman up close, Timothy kissed the flower's lips, desiring as much as he could grasp a hold of. His lips parted to trail his tongue's tip along the tender valley, from her clit's pearl to the gates of her folds. Stroking the inner walls with a shaky hand and pressing those two fingers to the knuckles within that passage, Timothy kneaded along the inner wall while his other hand held those outer lips parted for him. Kissing on her sex's lips slowly, careful and tender but then stronger, a bit rougher and passionate, like holding a lover long tone and finally back, his kisses grew in intensity in their press against her mound's surface and the folds, his mouth moving on that womanhood drunk on the taste and scent of her. Enraptured, and forgetting all else for a while.<br/><br/>His shaft was shaking at her lips hold, his eyes shut as he breathed in her scent and moaned out with pleasure shakily. His body trembled with the touch of her tongue along his length and his jewelpouch, his eyes closed as he groaned with the pleasure of her touch, shaking from the delight she was giving him with her tongue, her squeals and whimpers exciting him all the more he drew his fingers out of her folds slowly, pressing his mouth tightly on her mound. Trying to press his tongue as far within her folds as he could, licking around slowly, wetly in that delicious well of folds. His throbbing shaft twitching, his peak coming, the taste of her, the feel of her, and her touch driving him wild, he was not going to hold any longer. Timothy gasped and trembled, lifting his face off her mound, both hands stroking the netherlips together intensely as he let out a loud moan that echoed out to the hallways of the ship as he peaked. Fingers stroked her tender mound perhaps a little too rough but he could not tell right now. He was only listening to the throb of his own heart his body shaking and his attention focused on himself, for most part, but still gently massaging along her flower's mound.<br/><br/>"Holy Life..." He muttered and groaned. He wasn't particularily religious, but he respected the belief in life itself. Right now, he felt his heart throbbing at a rate that left him panting and shaking, but grinning and greedily kissing on her inner thighs, and licking to her mound. His movement slowing down, his hands tiring a bit. "Mmhhhaahh.. Angela.."<br/><br/>His arousal in turn was trying to relax a bit after hitting that peak, her tease and taste together too much for him but looking at her, he wondered if he was able to coax his body to try and pull off more, to enjoy her company again. He desired more than these caresses, though they alone would certainly be in his mind for a long time now.