It was hard, very hard, at first to relax as he began using her rather than letting her passively please him. The feel of that thick head nudging her throat making her sputter and gag, even if the sounds didn't have much room to escape, his girth making a near seal with her lips with the way he stretched her out. The saliva just drooling down her chin and neck, unable to stop it from being pulled out along with his cock, smearing off against her lips when he shoved back in.
She tried not to focus on the choking sensation, even with her own pleasure, but it wasn't easy, and it took her a bit-- not that it stopped the messy sounds or even messier sensations that flowed out. But as he began to tense, to push deeper, she found herself drawing more and more of the surrounding pleasure in, letting her mind center on it, to focus on the way it built inside of her. Like the time she had tried to fill a waterskin only to have the river tug the entire thing away with as much as the pressure hit the back. But she held it tight, like a knot in her chest, memories of her father's mouth feeding it even more as fingers tickled and touched her, leaving her dripping as he once again shoved in.
Her eyes slid up, watching the strain on his face as she felt herself fill, the sensations filling up every bit of her body till she was tingling from her nose to the tips of her toes with magic and overwhelming pleasure. The only warning he'd get was a desperate, tight whimper and a bow of her back as she couldn't hold it anymore, and like the waterskin, it got away from her. The burst is like an emotional shockwave, hitting those closest hardest, but no one seemed to be safe from it. If the messy, desperate, gasping sounds were anything to go by. Her own body shuddering as she came with so little contact, making an absolute mess between her legs as she desperately swallowed down her Father's cock.
It seems there was no getting away from it for him for now, she needed to be filled, and instincts were ruling her every action. Shoving forward and stuffing him as deep as she could take him, desperate, needy, and unwilling to let him go till she was stuffed full. Though, if it was anything like before, the group-- and poor Richard-- would need to suffer a multitude of orgasms before Laele could even gain control of herself. But it was far, far too late to worry about that now.
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She tried not to focus on the choking sensation, even with her own pleasure, but it wasn't easy, and it took her a bit-- not that it stopped the messy sounds or even messier sensations that flowed out. But as he began to tense, to push deeper, she found herself drawing more and more of the surrounding pleasure in, letting her mind center on it, to focus on the way it built inside of her. Like the time she had tried to fill a waterskin only to have the river tug the entire thing away with as much as the pressure hit the back. But she held it tight, like a knot in her chest, memories of her father's mouth feeding it even more as fingers tickled and touched her, leaving her dripping as he once again shoved in.
Her eyes slid up, watching the strain on his face as she felt herself fill, the sensations filling up every bit of her body till she was tingling from her nose to the tips of her toes with magic and overwhelming pleasure. The only warning he'd get was a desperate, tight whimper and a bow of her back as she couldn't hold it anymore, and like the waterskin, it got away from her. The burst is like an emotional shockwave, hitting those closest hardest, but no one seemed to be safe from it. If the messy, desperate, gasping sounds were anything to go by. Her own body shuddering as she came with so little contact, making an absolute mess between her legs as she desperately swallowed down her Father's cock.
It seems there was no getting away from it for him for now, she needed to be filled, and instincts were ruling her every action. Shoving forward and stuffing him as deep as she could take him, desperate, needy, and unwilling to let him go till she was stuffed full. Though, if it was anything like before, the group-- and poor Richard-- would need to suffer a multitude of orgasms before Laele could even gain control of herself. But it was far, far too late to worry about that now.