βΛβ‘ β synopsis. scaramouche thinks you taste so good, you're his one n only addiction. ΰ§ β§βΛ
βΛβ‘ β cw. fem! reader, oral (fem! receiving), pussy drunk kuni
you're so damn perfect. utterly tasty, unbelievably sweet, and hot, and soft, and wet. fuck.
scaramouche really cannot get enough of you, precisely on how you tasted and parted your thighs so obediently for him, his tongue deeply folded between your folds with the best amount of pressure for the finest feeling on your cuntβ and at the sight of him between your thighs and flicking his tongue up, down, up, down, your eyes roll back into your head with the desire of his cock rubbing against your squishy walls.
scaramouche never stopped until you came at least trice on his tongue, grinding his lips deep into your folds as you take a fistful of his hair to ride his wet muscleβ the obvious eagerness of yourself showing you wanted him closer which amplified his ego as your name fell from his lips, the vibration of his voice buzzing through your wet cunt.
obscene and so sticky? yeah, that's rightβ and scaramouche dug lower and lower and circles his tongue over your clenching hole, tasting your slick and drinking it up, the noises of laps on laps on fuck, laps of tongue and mouth turning louder, growing by your own slick coating the lower side of his face.
you're suddenly feeling two of fingers creep over your hole, bumpy and heavy as he pushes his digits through the tight constriction of your pussyβ from that, it's but a little wonder when your stomach turns hollow instantly, as if the very ground beneath you has seized to exist, leaving you exposed and vulnerable, suspended in a trembling shadow of his frame.