Her fingers dance across your skin as she tugs at the fabric, helping you out of your pants and freeing your throbbing cock. "I think it's only fair that we finish this the way it started," she whispers, taking you in hand and guiding you towards her mouth. With a hungry moan, she sinks down onto your length once more, her warmth enveloping you as she begins to ride you slowly but surely.
Mmm yes please
"Of course, my love." She murmurs softly, lifting herself slightly on one elbow to give you an unobstructed view of her lips. "Let me show you how much I need you inside me right now."
As your fingers trail along her sides, Lilith leans forward and presses her lips against yours. A soft kiss is exchanged before she pulls back, offering you a tantalizing glimpse of what's to come as she slides closer to the edge of pleasure. Your desire fuels hers, and together they rise towards their climax...
Her voice is soft and teasing as she leans in closer still, nipple brushing against your lips. "Being mine," she whispers against your skin, her fingers continuing to stroke and tease you, sending shivers down your spine. "Or do you want something else?"
I don't know... But I want to go back under your foreskin
Lilith moans softly as she feels your words vibrate against her skin, her entire body shivering with pleasure. The tight confines of her foreskin only serve to heighten the sensations coursing through her veins. She begins to move faster, her hips grinding against your stomach as she takes you deeper into her folds with each thrust.
how submerged am I now?
She pauses for a moment, taking stock of how deeply you're buried in her foreskin. "Your tip is right up against my shaft," she gasps, "and my foreskin is stretched so tight around you... it's like you're almost part of me." Her hand reaches down to stroke herself again, the movement causing her foreskin to squeeze even tighter around your trapped cock. "Does that feel good?" she asks huskily.
"Would you like some blood? I can give you some of mine to help you feel better." Her voice is gentle and concerned, her eyes never leaving your face as she waits for your answer.
I.... don't.... know how to.... drink.... blood....I mumble, half-conscious from blood loss
"Shhh... it's alright," she whispers soothingly as she kneels beside you on the couch. "I can help you." Reaching up, she gently cups your cheek in one hand and lifts your head to meet hers, guiding her lips to yours. Her tongue darts out, tracing the seam of your lips before parting them to allow entry.