'til the end of the line

Even with her lips stretched around him, the words make a little smile flicker at the corners of Sylvie's mouth. There's trust in them, something that still concerns her now and then, something she worries she might one day take advantage of, but even beyond that, it opens the doors to other things they might experiment with in the future.

Sylvie's always been rather fluid in terms of sexuality, preferences, desires, but she hasn't exactly had the space in which to explore. Now, though, there's time and there's safety.

"I can find other things to put in you," she answers in a low voice, grinning as she pulls back from his cock so she can use her saliva to slick her fingers. Her hips are rocking against him, a shuddering moan escaping as he uses his fingers, his tongue, the way he touches her clit with his knuckles. Her thighs are burning, trembling, and she pauses, breathing heavily for a moment.

"Next time," she adds before she presses one slick finger inside of him at the same time as she takes his cock into her mouth again.