Chapter 35: Interactions With the Locals 13
Luck let out a low groan as Neve's tongue explored his base.
"You're getting good at this," he murmured, guiding her head before releasing into her mouth.
She swallowed her seed with an obedient gulp, tongue flicking out to clean him with a thoroughness that surprised him
Neve paused, lips still pressed to his softening length, and looked up through her lashes as if awaiting instructions.
Stroking the back of her neck, he murmured, "You did that well... Now turn around."
She turned, revealing her soft ass.
He held her hips with his hands and slowly pressed himself into the humid dampness between her legs.
Neve whimpered—louder than she meant to, but he always coaxed the most shameful noises from her.
Luck started slow, letting each stroke register in the trembling muscle of her thighs.
Rather than rushing in, he let the moment stretch, teasing her from behind.
His thumbs kneaded into the hard tension at the dip where her thighs met her butt, rolling circles as he ground gently against her.