[The edges of his expression changes with her reactions. The grip to his hair doesn't hurt him; quite the opposite, it pulls out a look of pinched pleasure, a shift in his brows and his forehead. And it doesn't dissuade him from his endeavor. He has the patience to give her time.
She does not taste like other women, but he has the understanding no woman tastes the same as any other. And the flavor doesn't repulse him. He's firm with his mouth and tongue, but careful. He allows her time to adjust, to hopefully realize there's no aggression and no disgust, letting her decide she can relax.
One arm and hand helps his body support her position, but the other fans out to feel her waist, and stomach, and between her breasts with the same sort of careful consideration.]
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She does not taste like other women, but he has the understanding no woman tastes the same as any other. And the flavor doesn't repulse him. He's firm with his mouth and tongue, but careful. He allows her time to adjust, to hopefully realize there's no aggression and no disgust, letting her decide she can relax.
One arm and hand helps his body support her position, but the other fans out to feel her waist, and stomach, and between her breasts with the same sort of careful consideration.]