The joke isn't lost on Tyler who doesn't join his hands together but does chime in with an 'Amen' in unison. He doesn't yet have the experience to wonder if she's going to be angelic or devilish when it comes to sex.
As far as he's concerned, what happens next is exhilarating and terrifying and he holds it all inside as he helps her slide his trousers down and off once they're unbuttoned.
Considering he's had plenty of experience of his T-dick rubbing against the inside of his pants the more it's grown, he doubts he'll ever be in a position to go commando. So his boxers are still keeping Marina from her prize and Tyler, for his part, can't help the hint of pink in his cheeks again.
"You could have taken this all off at once, you know," Marina teases, voice playful and bright. She smooths finger tips of each hand to Tyler's knees and then up, up, up his inner thighs, wishing to part his legs to fit between them. Fingers that on one side move to his groin, rubbing down along the fabric covering his pussy.
That's so curious to her! Fingers grope and feel out his T-dick within his boxers, Marina giving him such a thrilled look. Not like she's aware of the effects hormones can have on the body, not being from a time or place they're available. Modern medicine does just look like magic to her. She presumes this is something he's been blessed with, somehow.
"Oh, what do you have here?" a rub of her thumb, boxer fabric dragged along with the touch, to the notable length Tyler has to his hardened clit, "Can I see? Or do I need to show you mine, first?"
"Probably," comes the ready agreement that yeah, the boxers could have come off with the jeans. Though maybe there's part of him that's still feeling a touch vulnerable like this. His heart is thumping like a fist against his ribcage, pulse at his throat jumping in his nervous excitement. His legs part for her like they're on well-oiled hinges.
"Ah fuck," he groans as her fingers trail the length of his hard clit, expression shifting almost immediately into distracted pleasure. It's like her touch has a voltage, the twitch of excitement at the physical attention something he immediately wants to chase. His thumbs are tucking into his boxers and starting to pull them down over his hipbones before she's even finished her question.
"You can see it... and if you want to show me yours I'm not gonna say no..."
It takes a bit of shifting, but eventually his boxers are falling down his thighs and pooling at his ankles leaving him bare from the waist down, clearly hard for her. He's trying his best not to look like he's trying to understand her reaction as though his life depends on it, but he's not doing that well.
Further good fortune for Tyler, the mask of restrained disinterest that Marina could put on at times has now been cast aside. Here with him, she just looks excited at every reveal he's got. Her face is flush pink, but there's no shyness to the hunger in her expression. He can search her reaction and all he'll find is a... pleasantly shallow thrill behind her eyes.
Marina is so pleased she's just not thinking that hard. Head empty. Only desire and the urge to tease him with compliments.
"Hoooi, yours is so big," she's never seen a T-dick before and her tone is of raw delight. No way she would imagine a clit could look like that. Whole other realm of possibilities is flashing before her eyes. She wants to bite him-
Marina will settle for licking. Mercifully. She presses her tongue direct to Tyler's T-dick and gives a long lap with a hum. Just a taste, before a bat of big eyelashes up his way and a swipe across her lips to wet them, "Mmmnnh, that's so manly, hee hee! That must feel good, huh?"
Her mouth is back against him to ask, rubbing her lips and tongue along the head and hood. She wants Tyler to just squirm and moan for her like she's his one, true goddess. So much for her not being overwhelming towards him, whoops...
Two words smashed into one, exhaled heavily and all wrapped up in a needy little moan. Oh. Fuck. It would feel incredible if it was just the sensation alone, the wet heat of her tongue bathing his hard t-dick in attention in a way nobody ever has before. But it's the thrill in her expression and the promise of simplicity that really works into his awareness. The beauty of something that had been such a source of concern... vanished.
"Feelsgoodyeah," he says on his next breath out as his hands press against the bench, fingernails digging in as though he just needs a little sensation to balance out the intense pleasure. The affirming words of encouragement don't go amiss either.
His clit throbs and it feels so good with the way it aches. Her mouth so welcome against him that if he was a slightly different man he might cry from how great it feels. If Marina wants him to squirm, she's already most of the way there.
Oh, those reactions from him are truly priceless. Marina smirks so devious to continue, wanting to get him all the way to squirming. No half measures from her!
Her mouth is quick to work against him. Her tongue rubs and flicks in place. Her lips press down harder, forming a tight seal to suck on his clit. Marina gives a light bob of her head back and forth, greatly enjoying for herself the size of his T-dick. Just enough to really make a display of sucking him off. Such fun that way.
Not that she should ignore the rest of his pussy. Marina moves fingers in a V shape to fall beneath the doting attention of her mouth. No pressing inside of him, not without express permission, but she drags along his outer lips, feeling up the warm and wet skin between folds. Tyler's burning hot beneath her touch and she's trying to stay tuned in to if he's giving her any instruction or... just writhing from the pleasures she tosses his way. Her own arousal aches beneath her skirt. She's leaned too far forward for Tyler to see how she's tented up her costume, desperately hard for him. That'll need some attention in a moment. Marina is sure she could stroke herself, too, once she gets a feel for what Tyler enjoys from her. She's only so selfless a partner for so long, really.
Writhing against her mouth, Tyler's inexperience could be the driving factor behind the way his fingers wrap around the habit adorning her head. If he had full access to her hair, his fingers would have looped between strands instead. With Marina blowing him so well and this being one of the few times anybody else has gotten anywhere close to his clit, it's hardly going to take long to push him over the edge.
Though it won't be difficult for her to feel the way he's rocking his hips into her face, his pussy meeting her lips in rhythmic thrusts as his pleasure builds. Her fingers framing the way his t-dick pokes out to greet her sends shivers up his spine, skin nothing but goose flesh as he rests the back of his skull back against the backboard. He's not handing her the reins completely, even with his inexperience, especially with the way his hands rest against her head.
"Your mouth feels awesome," he groans and somehow it's the loudest whisper, as though amplified in the confessional. It feels awesome enough that it's not just her saliva that's getting him wetter, the way her fingers keep brushing past a hole he hasn't really played with before are making him curious.
Tyler reaches out for her hair and the habit wouldn't be difficult for him to slip off of her. It isn't like she actually feels precious about it! Just for show. If Tyler would prefer to pat her dark, fluffy hair beneath it, or even grab a pigtail of hers, Marina isn't going to mind. That just sort of fits the vibe of what they're doing; a messy, passionate fuck in a place people should be confessing their sins. Instead, they're here doing the sinning. It really couldn't feel better.
When he rocks his hips up against her, Marina will fall in line with what sort of grinding rhythm Tyler sets. The act is a push and pull of desires, so Marina can loosen her own reigns of taken initiative to give him more room for control. She's definitely getting the feel for being a more considerate lover and not just a selfish dom-type. Which is her first instinct to be! Though.... not necessarily what Marina is finding she likes most. An equal match is much more satisfying.
She can't much speak back, not without parting from his pussy, and she won't be doing that. Marina instead moans against him, smirking to do so. All as her lips and tongue and fingers continue to work Tyler towards getting off.
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As far as he's concerned, what happens next is exhilarating and terrifying and he holds it all inside as he helps her slide his trousers down and off once they're unbuttoned.
Considering he's had plenty of experience of his T-dick rubbing against the inside of his pants the more it's grown, he doubts he'll ever be in a position to go commando. So his boxers are still keeping Marina from her prize and Tyler, for his part, can't help the hint of pink in his cheeks again.
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That's so curious to her! Fingers grope and feel out his T-dick within his boxers, Marina giving him such a thrilled look. Not like she's aware of the effects hormones can have on the body, not being from a time or place they're available. Modern medicine does just look like magic to her. She presumes this is something he's been blessed with, somehow.
"Oh, what do you have here?" a rub of her thumb, boxer fabric dragged along with the touch, to the notable length Tyler has to his hardened clit, "Can I see? Or do I need to show you mine, first?"
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"Ah fuck," he groans as her fingers trail the length of his hard clit, expression shifting almost immediately into distracted pleasure. It's like her touch has a voltage, the twitch of excitement at the physical attention something he immediately wants to chase. His thumbs are tucking into his boxers and starting to pull them down over his hipbones before she's even finished her question.
"You can see it... and if you want to show me yours I'm not gonna say no..."
It takes a bit of shifting, but eventually his boxers are falling down his thighs and pooling at his ankles leaving him bare from the waist down, clearly hard for her. He's trying his best not to look like he's trying to understand her reaction as though his life depends on it, but he's not doing that well.
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Marina is so pleased she's just not thinking that hard. Head empty. Only desire and the urge to tease him with compliments.
"Hoooi, yours is so big," she's never seen a T-dick before and her tone is of raw delight. No way she would imagine a clit could look like that. Whole other realm of possibilities is flashing before her eyes. She wants to bite him-
Marina will settle for licking. Mercifully. She presses her tongue direct to Tyler's T-dick and gives a long lap with a hum. Just a taste, before a bat of big eyelashes up his way and a swipe across her lips to wet them, "Mmmnnh, that's so manly, hee hee! That must feel good, huh?"
Her mouth is back against him to ask, rubbing her lips and tongue along the head and hood. She wants Tyler to just squirm and moan for her like she's his one, true goddess. So much for her not being overwhelming towards him, whoops...
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Two words smashed into one, exhaled heavily and all wrapped up in a needy little moan. Oh. Fuck. It would feel incredible if it was just the sensation alone, the wet heat of her tongue bathing his hard t-dick in attention in a way nobody ever has before. But it's the thrill in her expression and the promise of simplicity that really works into his awareness. The beauty of something that had been such a source of concern... vanished.
"Feelsgoodyeah," he says on his next breath out as his hands press against the bench, fingernails digging in as though he just needs a little sensation to balance out the intense pleasure. The affirming words of encouragement don't go amiss either.
His clit throbs and it feels so good with the way it aches. Her mouth so welcome against him that if he was a slightly different man he might cry from how great it feels. If Marina wants him to squirm, she's already most of the way there.
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Her mouth is quick to work against him. Her tongue rubs and flicks in place. Her lips press down harder, forming a tight seal to suck on his clit. Marina gives a light bob of her head back and forth, greatly enjoying for herself the size of his T-dick. Just enough to really make a display of sucking him off. Such fun that way.
Not that she should ignore the rest of his pussy. Marina moves fingers in a V shape to fall beneath the doting attention of her mouth. No pressing inside of him, not without express permission, but she drags along his outer lips, feeling up the warm and wet skin between folds. Tyler's burning hot beneath her touch and she's trying to stay tuned in to if he's giving her any instruction or... just writhing from the pleasures she tosses his way. Her own arousal aches beneath her skirt. She's leaned too far forward for Tyler to see how she's tented up her costume, desperately hard for him. That'll need some attention in a moment. Marina is sure she could stroke herself, too, once she gets a feel for what Tyler enjoys from her. She's only so selfless a partner for so long, really.
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Though it won't be difficult for her to feel the way he's rocking his hips into her face, his pussy meeting her lips in rhythmic thrusts as his pleasure builds. Her fingers framing the way his t-dick pokes out to greet her sends shivers up his spine, skin nothing but goose flesh as he rests the back of his skull back against the backboard. He's not handing her the reins completely, even with his inexperience, especially with the way his hands rest against her head.
"Your mouth feels awesome," he groans and somehow it's the loudest whisper, as though amplified in the confessional. It feels awesome enough that it's not just her saliva that's getting him wetter, the way her fingers keep brushing past a hole he hasn't really played with before are making him curious.
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When he rocks his hips up against her, Marina will fall in line with what sort of grinding rhythm Tyler sets. The act is a push and pull of desires, so Marina can loosen her own reigns of taken initiative to give him more room for control. She's definitely getting the feel for being a more considerate lover and not just a selfish dom-type. Which is her first instinct to be! Though.... not necessarily what Marina is finding she likes most. An equal match is much more satisfying.
She can't much speak back, not without parting from his pussy, and she won't be doing that. Marina instead moans against him, smirking to do so. All as her lips and tongue and fingers continue to work Tyler towards getting off.