( isabelle knows better than to doubt that fact that he could likely make her swallow back her words and plea instead for a reprieve, for more (and then deny her, yet), but she knows at least tonight he's just as pent up as she is, if the hard line of him pressing at the front of his jeans has anything to say on the matter.
so even when his tongue rolls so fluently to prep that single, resounding smack to her ass, she can't help the way lids fall closed to relish in the white heat that rolls over her, the sound that blossoms from the heart of her throat, causing lips to break apart into a gratified sigh. )
Mmh—
( a drawn hiss through her teeth, brows giving the tiniest furrow before gaze opens ablaze once more to study his features, written over predatorily. it's only once that sharp sting begins to slowly, slowly dissipate in favor of that now-caressing palm that she dares speak up again, voice carrying a hint of strain. it's clear that he's gotten to her, perhaps edged away a fraction of the resilience flaunted when he'd walked in that door, but she was never an easy catch. he wouldn't be here if she was. ) You don't like me being bad, papi?
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so even when his tongue rolls so fluently to prep that single, resounding smack to her ass, she can't help the way lids fall closed to relish in the white heat that rolls over her, the sound that blossoms from the heart of her throat, causing lips to break apart into a gratified sigh. )
Mmh—
( a drawn hiss through her teeth, brows giving the tiniest furrow before gaze opens ablaze once more to study his features, written over predatorily. it's only once that sharp sting begins to slowly, slowly dissipate in favor of that now-caressing palm that she dares speak up again, voice carrying a hint of strain. it's clear that he's gotten to her, perhaps edged away a fraction of the resilience flaunted when he'd walked in that door, but she was never an easy catch. he wouldn't be here if she was. ) You don't like me being bad, papi?