For Petal, desire pooled in unprecedented waves, coursing through her body with each pulse of her racing heart. "Oh, Andralyn!" she moaned, her voice quivering under the rising crest of pleasure. She couldn't help the sounds that slipped past her lips – small, choked moans and gasps that echoed Andralyn's touches. She had always been more action than words, but Andralyn was unraveling her in ways she hadn't anticipated, making her vocal with pleasure. Her lips moving against her clit, the heat and pressure – it was a delectable torture she found herself eager to endure. The way Andralyn was lapping at her core, her intoxicating scent filling her senses, it was stimulating and enticing all her senses at the same time!
Lost to the rhythm, Petal surrendered to pleasure, making her so vulnerable yet whole. When a second set of fingers joined in, Andralyn filled her further. Suddenly, she was cognizant of every inch of skin and how they were incredibly sensitive, almost pulsating under the touch. She bucked her hips back onto Andralyn's tongue and fingers, her small keening sounds escaping as a whimper. "M-more... I... I need...mmmmm pleaseeeeeee" she panted, her voice laden with a desperation so raw and unfiltered. Andralyn's mouth on her, fingers inside her - it was too much and not nearly enough all at once! Petal hadn't been with too many other females and certainly not all the way like this! In those, she had also always been in the dominating role. But now, under Andralyn, she discovered a joy in surrender she had never known before. There was a comforting sense of release in relinquishing control. As if every single kiss, touch, and nip was melting away her resistance, making her impart trust in new, unfamiliar ways. It was a complete surrender to pleasure, to Andralyn, and a testament to a newfound trust she hadn't anticipated finding.