[ Samatoki would have been fine with just her hand, but when he feels his dick enveloped with the wet warmth of her mouth, he feels like he's won something. This is better than what he had imagined, but he can imagine even better things.
For the first time today, in spite of his impatient behaviour and the many times he almost got into a fist fight, he smiles. It's not big or a show of absolute happiness, but he feels pretty proud right now that this is happening.
He rests his hand on Vietnam's neck, fingers threading themselves into her hair. He massages the back of her head, careful and gentle as a means of appreciation and telling her he wants more. Of course he wants more; he'll eventually be a bit more blatant about it later on, but for now, a subtle sign will do. ]
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For the first time today, in spite of his impatient behaviour and the many times he almost got into a fist fight, he smiles. It's not big or a show of absolute happiness, but he feels pretty proud right now that this is happening.
He rests his hand on Vietnam's neck, fingers threading themselves into her hair. He massages the back of her head, careful and gentle as a means of appreciation and telling her he wants more. Of course he wants more; he'll eventually be a bit more blatant about it later on, but for now, a subtle sign will do. ]