blonde

charlie

Rising high before falling weightlessly, Charlie clings to Mateo's body like a liferaft; her nose pressed beneath his chin and her body quivering above his torso. Her breathing was similarly laboured, the sound seeming far away as the snapdragon turned it into a rhythm that threatened to lull her to sleep. Knowing better than to pass out in the sun—even ancient's could get a sunburn despite their proclivity for fire—the blonde cracked open one eye to sleepily regard the world around her.

"Purr feta." She hummed, lifting her head just enough to kiss the salt-sweety skin of the botanist's collarbones with the sort of slow luxury of high worship. "I'd love to do that again sometime." Charlie said on the heels of a sigh before lifting her shoulders as if in cobra pose, only to immediately reverse her position and lift her hips in downwards dog. Infinitely flexible, the ancient kissed her way down Mateo's torso while keeping her ass lifted into the air. Only when she reached his spent erection did she rise from the waist, stretching her arms all the way up to the sky.

"Mateo the painter, who lives in the floating city, right?" She wondered, shading her eyes as she glanced down at him with a sunny smile.

they say i did something bad
then why'd it feel so good?

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!