Anne bobbed her head up and down a few times to start off a steady pace. When he spoke, she was at his tip, and she pulled her lips from his cock with a wet 'pop' - smirking playfully she looked up at him, grasping the base of his length between her fingers and gently tapping his tip against the flat side of her tongue.
"You almost sound surprised," she teased.
But she so loved rendering him speechless. The great stone-faced Charles Vane, quick with a quip and a sly remark - reduced to a mere groan with Anne only using her mouth. Then again, languages had always been her strong suit. Anne had just as easily learned French as English, and she had even branched out into Latin and Italian as her studies advanced. So it was small wonder her tongue was able to twist and turn all kinds of ways to induce different reactions and sensations.
Anne was rather proud of herself for that; she dared say that her mouth rivaled that of an experienced prostitute, without having to endure the actual work of one. But perhaps she was bragging too much on that note.
At any rate, as she bobbed her head back down and took his cock back in again, Anne carefully let her teeth graze against the sensitive skin of his length. She certainly didn't intend to bite; just induce another different sensation. She did indeed have a few tricks she intended to use, provided her lover could last long enough for them. Her tongue curved at the sides to cradle his length as it slid back into her mouth and slightly down her throat once again. Then it was a simple matter of resuming that steady pace of bobbing her head up and down to begin mimicking how he fucked her.
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"You almost sound surprised," she teased.
But she so loved rendering him speechless. The great stone-faced Charles Vane, quick with a quip and a sly remark - reduced to a mere groan with Anne only using her mouth. Then again, languages had always been her strong suit. Anne had just as easily learned French as English, and she had even branched out into Latin and Italian as her studies advanced. So it was small wonder her tongue was able to twist and turn all kinds of ways to induce different reactions and sensations.
Anne was rather proud of herself for that; she dared say that her mouth rivaled that of an experienced prostitute, without having to endure the actual work of one. But perhaps she was bragging too much on that note.
At any rate, as she bobbed her head back down and took his cock back in again, Anne carefully let her teeth graze against the sensitive skin of his length. She certainly didn't intend to bite; just induce another different sensation. She did indeed have a few tricks she intended to use, provided her lover could last long enough for them. Her tongue curved at the sides to cradle his length as it slid back into her mouth and slightly down her throat once again. Then it was a simple matter of resuming that steady pace of bobbing her head up and down to begin mimicking how he fucked her.