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Fran looked much smaller than usual on the floor, knees together, legs folded on either side like some maid in a fairy tale illustration, hands gripping her knees as she aimed her head backward, mouth opened up like she was going to catch snowflakes.

Except she wasn't taking in crystalized water, she was taking in the tip of R.J.'s impressive prick.

"Stick your tongue out, babygirl," the Wolf Ranger instructed, husky and hot as he eased forward, his big hands on her shoulders and feet spread in a reverse 'V' to tower and lean in; the foreskin of his cockhead grazing her uvula as he smoothed halfway into her throat.

She exhaled and when he suggested her bending back further before straightening up, he lost his train of thought almost instantly at the swallow she made before following instructions to the letter.

"Oh...Oh, fuck, I think I'm in your guts..."

His hands moved in a grippy line from her shoulders to her hips, clutching tight at her flesh as if throttling her; all that yoga he did paying off beautifully as he made one step inward with each foot and didn't tumble over as her tongue found his balls and teased them perfectly.

'"Help me lose my blowjob virginity," she said,' was the thought that popped into R.J.'s head as he canted his hips, cock barely sliding more than an inch or so up, three inches down; the thick vein that followed the expanse from his balls and circled up to the head especially sensitive against her tongue and the roof of her mouth, '"Help me gain some experience." As if she isn't already brilliant just from reading her porn stash.'

She swallowed and exhaled again when he thrust down once more, finally moving her hands from her knees to his own, gripping them like fence poles so she could set a bit more of the pace.

Pace enough to cause him to bend back up to a standing position, pulling his cock further out than it had been; the little gasp that left her as she took a breath through her mouth instead of her nose making him growl.

Looking down, R.J. found her eyes, sans glasses, very pointedly looking up at him as she licked his slit, just barely bobbing as she continued to grip his legs.

Fran did not expect him pulling out completely, but she didn't get more than a small, "Hey--" out before his grapping her head and sinking down balls deep.

She gagged, legs trying to open for naught as R.J. kept his feet planted like metal rods beside a tree, sturdier even as she pressed her hands palm flat to his kneecaps, choking wet noises egging him on.

She eventually--after three more minutes of struggling--forced herself to go limp and let him fuck her face like a toy; taking breaths through her nose and swallowing the pre-cum he expended as fast as the words that left his mouth in encouragement and praise.

"Your throat is like a glove--fits me so well," and "I could keep you like this forever without getting bored..." and "I'm gonna stuff all your holes this weekend. All of them!! Vibrator up your ass, and cock gag down your throat while your cunt gets filled with me and those beads I know are under your bed!" as well as, "STOP STRUGGLING!"

(Fun fact: he had to get in writing all the kinks Fran had and all the things she wanted to play out with him. They ran the gambit from basic cuddling after missionary sex, all the way up to consensual non-consent that he was only allowed to stop if she pinched his ankle or poked his bellybutton like a jab with a knife.

It freaked the ever loving hell out of him when he found out she was a virgin in an awful lot of areas--backdoor, oral, tongue kissing, anything that involved BDSM tools, dress up--but he came around when she brought up she'd only ever had a couple boyfriends, and each one of them was a lot of build up with no payoff. Her kissing and--very--basic sexual experiences had never lasted more than fifteen minutes when she reached her sweet sixteen and finally gave up on the boys she was surrounded with in school.

It made slightly more sense to him the first time they had sex and she told him to slap her across the face when she was close to cumming.)

When he fisted his hands in her hair and pulled Fran all the way off of him, R.J. was completely unsurprised at her loopy, self-satisfied grin; lips raw with spit and pre dripping down her chin onto her tits.

Her grin curled up even higher at the edges, the words goading in encouragement with her smoothing her tongue along her lips, "Aren't you going to finish off inside me? Give me a treat like a good boy?"

He almost went limp, knees finally wobbling loose at the words she knew made him gooey and stupid and slip into Sub instead of Dom.

Instead, following her line of thought, he let go of her hair and pressed the sole of his foot to the center of her chest; not kicking, but pushing her backwards and down onto the floor where the hardwood of the loft met one of his ornamental rugs. It gave him a fantastic view of her fully nude form, even her soaking wet cunt as one of her legs was loosed and she could press a foot to the floor--right before he got down to his knees.

His knees caged her head and gave her something to hold onto as he grabbed her face again and pulled it up off the rug; rock hard cock grazing her bottom lip as she looked up in borderline worship.

"As you like. Open up, sweet thing."

And she did.