[Gai's breath catches in his throat at the feeling of her lips on such a sensitive portion of his anatomy. It had felt good enough when she'd played with them with her fingers, to be sure, but there's something about the softer skin of her lips that stokes a new flame down in the pit of his stomach.
The quiet hiss of pleasure he gives in response translates to "Yes, please."]
September 26th - The Marathon
The quiet hiss of pleasure he gives in response translates to "Yes, please."]