[ Amos feels it all the way to his toes, when she comes. It’s a fast, urgent thing, Clara riding his mouth more than letting him do any of the work, keening and bucking and oh, oh so very far from shy, which is exactly what Amos wanted. It’s almost brutal, the way they move against each other, no desire to take it slow, no need for romance. Amos is an instrument to a goal here and he plays his part, locking up into her, closing his lips around her clit when he feels her tense, sucking hard as her knees close in further.
She comes, and he doesn’t think she could be faking this. He doesn’t think she would want to, anyway, and that’s why he feels it through his whole body, his heart beating hard as adrenaline and endorphins rush through his veins, his cock growing harder still, his jumpsuit now straining against it. He lets her ride him through it, the strokes of his tongue growing lazier as he tastes her at the back of his mouth, something he hasn’t done in a very long time. ]
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She comes, and he doesn’t think she could be faking this. He doesn’t think she would want to, anyway, and that’s why he feels it through his whole body, his heart beating hard as adrenaline and endorphins rush through his veins, his cock growing harder still, his jumpsuit now straining against it. He lets her ride him through it, the strokes of his tongue growing lazier as he tastes her at the back of his mouth, something he hasn’t done in a very long time. ]