[SE] and again for good luck

KIADA

A breathy laugh leaves her, his charm rubbing off ridiculously well as she silences herself again and continues to watch him. She wouldn’t mind it either, realistically, being back here in a bed with him, dragging out each other’s pleasure together. It’s precisely the thought racing through her head as he shifts to dive in, his mouth on her taking every ounce of her willpower not to grind her hips against his mouth.

It helps that his touch is possessive and that she’s already melting for him, wet yet again as a moan slips from her throat, fingers tugging atray dark locks again and gently scraping at his scalp. His tongue toys and teases at her clit and it only spurs on the twitch of her thighs, her leg draped around him tries to pin him against her skin. “Yes,” she whines in a throaty sound, needy for him as she tilts her head back into the bed and continues to let her freehand toy with her nipple, purely as a combination of getting her more slick for him again while also giving him a show, content to let her voice continue to be loud enough that nobody would mistake what’s happening in this room. Especially the bartender.

i was young and stupid then, always playing for the win
don't know where we got this bad, i just wish i had you back