Isla
to share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering
Wanting to twine her fingers through the back of his hair or wrap her legs around his shoulders, Isla is left tragically clothed and unable to do much more than bear out the pleasure Everest drags from her. Moaning some cluster of syllables that might have been an attempt at his name (coincidentally in time with the vibration of his own mouth against her), the Remedy clutches at the chaise lounge and gasps a sharp intake of breath as he uses his fingers in tandem with his tongue.
"Fuck--" she stutters out, back arched against the cushions as if to give more of herself to Ever if she can. Still, for as much as she knows he's capable of pleasuring her like this for as long as it takes, they aren't at a dinner party, and she knows they're capable of much more than his head beneath her dress.
"Wait, wait - come here," she hisses, and if he'll allow, the Remedy will guide him back and up to her waiting mouth, wanting to kiss the taste of herself from his lips. "I want your cock inside me when I cum," she demands, softly but insistently.
"Fuck--" she stutters out, back arched against the cushions as if to give more of herself to Ever if she can. Still, for as much as she knows he's capable of pleasuring her like this for as long as it takes, they aren't at a dinner party, and she knows they're capable of much more than his head beneath her dress.
"Wait, wait - come here," she hisses, and if he'll allow, the Remedy will guide him back and up to her waiting mouth, wanting to kiss the taste of herself from his lips. "I want your cock inside me when I cum," she demands, softly but insistently.
fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself
