Her efforts on Astarion's lap and her anticipation for what Jacob has promised her has had its effect on Rosita, too: she's plenty slick already by the time he's probing her, and earns a low groan of want from her as she pushes her hips back eagerly.
She doesn't miss what Astarion said, though, and she smiles as she looks up at him along the length of his body, licking a stripe right along the top of his cock supported in her hand.
"You really should see yourself come apart. It's easy to dream about," she tells him. "Maybe you need to get some action shots, Jacob."
"By all means, take some souvenirs," he breathes, voice thick and low now; he's gazing down at Rosita's parted lips and pink tongue. "That's - that feels wonderful."
And fuck herself she does, groaning in both pleasure and frustration that it feels good but they both know it won't be enough. Not now that he's put that image in her head, too.
She takes it out on Astarion, massaging his balls with one hand while she works on wetting every inch of skin without fully taking him into her mouth, using her other hand to lift one of his to her hair.
"You'd better make up your mind," she warns Jacob, a bit muffled around her work, "Before we start without you."
Astarion is more than happy to weave his fingers through her hair, not pulling or steering - he hates that himself, unless he's given clear permission - but just rubbing slow little circles into her scalp.
"Feel good?" he breathes, able to see the moment Jacob sinks into her. It's a wonderful view.
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She doesn't miss what Astarion said, though, and she smiles as she looks up at him along the length of his body, licking a stripe right along the top of his cock supported in her hand.
"You really should see yourself come apart. It's easy to dream about," she tells him. "Maybe you need to get some action shots, Jacob."
Or maybe something else, but she starts there.
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"Got my phone on me," he says and glances over to his trousers lying in a pool on the floor.
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"By all means, take some souvenirs," he breathes, voice thick and low now; he's gazing down at Rosita's parted lips and pink tongue. "That's - that feels wonderful."
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She takes it out on Astarion, massaging his balls with one hand while she works on wetting every inch of skin without fully taking him into her mouth, using her other hand to lift one of his to her hair.
"You'd better make up your mind," she warns Jacob, a bit muffled around her work, "Before we start without you."
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He doesn't leave her wanting for long, sliding his cock against her before pushing inside her warmth with a groan.
"No, make him moan louder."
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Astarion is more than happy to weave his fingers through her hair, not pulling or steering - he hates that himself, unless he's given clear permission - but just rubbing slow little circles into her scalp.
"Feel good?" he breathes, able to see the moment Jacob sinks into her. It's a wonderful view.