dahlia
You can't buy this fineness
Sunjata will find only warm flesh and yielding curves beneath the clinging material of Dahlia's outfit, and she leans into the touch like a closed bud towards the sunlight, arching and pressing against his hands to get as much as he's willing to give. "You would," she confirms against his throat, her voice a sensual hum and punctuated ever so slightly with teeth. All the while her hands continue to lavish wings and shoulders with attention, pushing firmly against them as if to encourage them to spread wide.
"I think I would enjoy that," she continues, of seeing what the House of Midnight would have to offer now that Sunjata is willing to indulge all of her senses. "Not that I'm not enjoying this." With a dark grin, her fingers retreat if only so the Flood can successfully strip her to the waist. She leans and shifts to let him open her like a flower, baring pale flesh to the soft warmth of her office.
"Someone is keen," Dahlia purrs, though it's meant as a compliment above all else, and she reaches out to grasp the base of one of his horns - both for balance and also to encourage his trajectory down her body.
"I think I would enjoy that," she continues, of seeing what the House of Midnight would have to offer now that Sunjata is willing to indulge all of her senses. "Not that I'm not enjoying this." With a dark grin, her fingers retreat if only so the Flood can successfully strip her to the waist. She leans and shifts to let him open her like a flower, baring pale flesh to the soft warmth of her office.
"Someone is keen," Dahlia purrs, though it's meant as a compliment above all else, and she reaches out to grasp the base of one of his horns - both for balance and also to encourage his trajectory down her body.
Let me see the heat get to it
