It's when he feels the suggestion of her arousal that his own becomes more audible. A quiet breath in, sharp only thanks to the speed at which he processes his desire for her. He's spent so long avoiding being in a position like this - even a more toned down version - for so many reasons. Now that the proverbial floodgates are open, he can feel the tide coming.
Regardless, he appreciates and can interpret that she's giving him the time and space to lean into this in a way that doesn't feel too much. Grateful for that leeway, he uses both hands to scoop her by the ass further up his lap. Beneath his pants and boxers he's aching for her and rather than find some excuse not to follow through with this, he can't imagine feeling more safe right now than with a fellow trans person.
"Never realized it was on my bucket list to uhm... get horny with a 'nun'".
Given the slits up the sides of the costume, Tyler could easily swoop his hands beneath her skirt and cup Marina's ass more directly. She's got on lacey panties beneath, having immediately taken to wearing cute lingerie wherever she went. Given how available it is around the resort, why not always be in something fit for a sexy occasion? Of course, Tyler might be able to feel the lace even if his hands are outside the costume, it's not exactly made of the thickest fabric.
"Hee hee, I'll have you know it's not that much of an act," which makes it more fun and wrong, "I just left the Church behind, studied there a long time,"
So, not a nun proper, but Marina can definitely tick off the naughty, pseudo-catholic schoolgirl fantasy.
Not knowing exactly what to make of the confession, he considers how many layers of humor are available simply thanks to their current location. Her confession in a confessional, dressed as a nun, actually a former(?) church person. It's hard to tell how deep into the churchy vibe she was and honestly, as much as he's curious to get to know her more, right now he's not thinking with much beyond the arousal hot in his blood.
Thanks, testosterone.
His hands do find the gaps in fabric and invite themselves in, warm fingertips disappearing beneath the slit in the costume and grasping gently at her thighs. In unison they slide up to her ass again, sliding beneath the lacy panties to keep skin on skin contact.
"Guess we're not studying church stuff now," he murmurs, eyes briefly dipping to her mouth again before he leans in to another kiss.
His bold touch makes Marina arch her back all the more, wanting to fill Tyler's hand. She's very slim and small, but not at all shy. Or, at least, in this moment she feels far away from any creeping bashfulness. A low moan murmurs back into the kiss he grants her, separating, albeit reluctantly, to answer,
"Oh, I do want to study with you," said with nothing but heat, so Tyler can guess the study would be something far more lustful than typically allowed for a church girl.
"We have a task to accomplish, after all," as she'd always intended when dragging him away from the slot machines. A bite to her lower lip, wet from his mouth, before she asks explicitly, "how does my head between your legs sound, handsome sinner?"
Not remotely used to dirty talk but game to try it - and he's trying real hard not to sneak any puns in despite the intense temptation to do so - he grins despite the fact his cheeks are pink. Her suggestion sounds to him as though it's the only thing he needs in this moment. Later it might strike him as honestly sad (and maybe weird) that this is the most fun he's had in a long time beyond just the fact it involves having sex. It's the playfulness of all of this that he's been missing for such a long time.
"Yeah," he breathes out with pupils blown wide and lips equally damp with evidence of their kisses. Not that he seems to be relinquishing his hold and even though they've had clear instructions on what's expected here and now, he's reluctant to let her off of his lap.
"Studying for an O, though... not an A."
...t e r r i b l e dirty talk, but that just means he has a big potential to improve, right? At least he's layered in a few different levels of what that could mean.
"A what- Oh... pfff..." Marina stifles a laugh, dramatically rolling her eyes with a smile on her face. Cheesy, but funny, one of those kind of guys. Marina is a person who connects best with humor, she can't be genuinely annoyed by Tyler's goofiness. Coming from where she had been, levity is a necessity. Without that, she's sure she'd just go insane.
"Let's see if you can muster up jokes when I've got you moaning," a fun challenge, she thinks! Marina pulls herself back from Tyler after one more languid kiss to his lips. Shifting down, she rests on her knees in front of him. No resisting her own joke, she puts her hands together in prayers, mockishly reciting,
"O lord, grant us both a bounty of pleasure and shopping money, amen," her hands part and move to Tyler's pants to unbutton them!
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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Date: 2024-02-23 07:59 am (UTC)Regardless, he appreciates and can interpret that she's giving him the time and space to lean into this in a way that doesn't feel too much. Grateful for that leeway, he uses both hands to scoop her by the ass further up his lap. Beneath his pants and boxers he's aching for her and rather than find some excuse not to follow through with this, he can't imagine feeling more safe right now than with a fellow trans person.
"Never realized it was on my bucket list to uhm... get horny with a 'nun'".
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Date: 2024-02-24 06:54 pm (UTC)"Hee hee, I'll have you know it's not that much of an act," which makes it more fun and wrong, "I just left the Church behind, studied there a long time,"
So, not a nun proper, but Marina can definitely tick off the naughty, pseudo-catholic schoolgirl fantasy.
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Date: 2024-02-24 07:58 pm (UTC)Thanks, testosterone.
His hands do find the gaps in fabric and invite themselves in, warm fingertips disappearing beneath the slit in the costume and grasping gently at her thighs. In unison they slide up to her ass again, sliding beneath the lacy panties to keep skin on skin contact.
"Guess we're not studying church stuff now," he murmurs, eyes briefly dipping to her mouth again before he leans in to another kiss.
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Date: 2024-02-24 08:19 pm (UTC)"Oh, I do want to study with you," said with nothing but heat, so Tyler can guess the study would be something far more lustful than typically allowed for a church girl.
"We have a task to accomplish, after all," as she'd always intended when dragging him away from the slot machines. A bite to her lower lip, wet from his mouth, before she asks explicitly, "how does my head between your legs sound, handsome sinner?"
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Date: 2024-02-25 11:55 am (UTC)"Yeah," he breathes out with pupils blown wide and lips equally damp with evidence of their kisses. Not that he seems to be relinquishing his hold and even though they've had clear instructions on what's expected here and now, he's reluctant to let her off of his lap.
"Studying for an O, though... not an A."
...t e r r i b l e dirty talk, but that just means he has a big potential to improve, right? At least he's layered in a few different levels of what that could mean.
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Date: 2024-02-25 11:07 pm (UTC)"Let's see if you can muster up jokes when I've got you moaning," a fun challenge, she thinks! Marina pulls herself back from Tyler after one more languid kiss to his lips. Shifting down, she rests on her knees in front of him. No resisting her own joke, she puts her hands together in prayers, mockishly reciting,
"O lord, grant us both a bounty of pleasure and shopping money, amen," her hands part and move to Tyler's pants to unbutton them!
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Date: 2024-02-26 08:18 am (UTC)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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Date: 2024-02-27 10:51 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2024-02-28 07:07 pm (UTC)"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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Date: 2024-03-01 03:40 am (UTC)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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Date: 2024-03-01 05:57 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2024-03-01 06:59 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2024-03-01 09:42 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2024-03-04 12:46 am (UTC)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.