Lúcio/Sombra – rimming, ball worship – Sombra indulges herself and Lúcio in one fell swoop.
Lúcio doesn’t know where to put his ass – though Sombra is suitably sure there are little options at this point – and, amusingly, does not know where to put his hands. He hovers awkwardly above her, his ass and balls just tantalizingly out of reach while he mutters: “Oh… wow…” over and over again, his hands doing something that she can’t see from her position beneath him.
She curls her hands around his thighs and tries pulling him down. It jostles him enough that he has to brace himself, his hands landing on her tits.
“Oh!” he says and quickly pulls his hands away, ass lowering to where Sombra can just about trail the tip of her nose along his ass crack before he jerks upwards again, seemingly caught in the midst of what to do with his body.
She can’t help but laugh and pat his thigh.
“Oh Dulcito,” she coos. “You can touch my tits. I want to do so much dirty stuff to you, touching my breasts doesn’t even ping anywhere near the radar.”
He exhales noisily above her, then his hands settle – on her ribs just beneath her breasts. Sombra snorts but lets him do as he pleases. His hands are big and warm and finally on her. She gently tugs on his thighs and he resists for some more before following her command.
It’s woefully obvious that he’s never sat on a girl’s face. He’s a small man but stocky, and he’s obviously, painfully aware of his weight, but Sombra will have none of that.
When he’s close enough for her to strain up, she presses little suckling kisses right behind his balls. The skin of his taint is so silky soft and hairless – the boy keeps himself meticulously clean – and Sombra delights in the throaty sigh she can hear him exhale forcefully.
His balls, warm and soft, rest against her chin as she presses kisses against his taint and up towards his twitching little hole. He is already hard, his cock dragging against her throat and clavicle as he slowly but surely forgets to be embarrassed and sits more firmly on her face.
He’s adorably sensitive, whining and bearing down whenever her lips or tongue drag against his rim. She wonders how long he’s been fantasizing about someone giving his pretty cunt a good loving. Maybe while fingering himself with a shaking hand, the other pressed to his hot, embarrassed face.
The hands on her ribs become slick with sweat, his thumbs are moving in restless arcs; petting her as she drags her tongue round and round his hole, refusing to dip inside, no matter how much he whines and makes his rim pout by bearing down.
When he least expects it, she dips down, wet tongue curling around his velvety ball sac. Lúcio hiccups to a complete standstill. He must be holding his breath as Sombra slowly pulls one of his testicles into her mouth with a curl of her tongue. She opens up wide, trying to fit both without the use of her hands, and it is a glorious wet mess while Lúcio sings for her and tries to keep his hips still.
She can’t believe it is the first time someone pays as much rapt attention to his… everything. She wonders how any girl or boy could have him in their bed and not try to eat him whole.
By now she does not need to keep him restrained by his thighs anymore, so she lets her hands wander between his legs; palming the crown of his cock while she sucks at his balls and tongues at the seam that so neatly runs between his testicles.
He makes a throaty, gurgling sound above her, hips jerking after all, a pained canine whine coming from him as he effectively humbles himself when he feels her teeth against his sac.
She lets him stew in it for a bit longer before she has mercy on him and pulls back with an obscene slurping sound.
Above her, she can hear him whisper a strained “Oh God” and she can’t help but laugh, head falling back, her hand curled around the slick tip of his cock as she gasps for breath.
“Are you alright?” he asks a bit alarmed. He twists, obviously trying to look at her face. He practically radiates flustered embarrassment, and Sombra strokes his cock just to make him feel better about the whole situation.
“You are just so *precious*,” she finally murmurs. He does not answer, but his quiet feels still decidedly embarrassed. Still, his hands do move, sliding up, the big palms and thick, gentle fingers carefully curling around her tits. The hard points of her nipples press into his skin and she sighs against the wet crack of his ass.
“There you go…” she licks him for earnest, then; long, canine drags of her tongue across his hole again and again and again until he vibrates like a live wire and seems close to shattering apart.
She waits just a little longer before she finally grants him his wish and presses in, wriggling her tongue into his hot, needy ass.
Already she can feel hot splashes of cum hitting her tits, but she keeps on forcing her way inside. She’s sure Lúcio has a lot more in himself for her.
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