Isla
to share the space with simple living things, infinitely suffering
"I feel it, with you," Isla admits with a smile that quickly fades into a soft moan of approval. Pressing into the touch of his hand and then his lips, she twists her fingers into the back of his curls, tugging her encouragement in precisely the way he'd said he enjoyed. Her free hand descends between them so she might press the flat of her palm against his cock through the fabric of his pants; much as she wants nothing more than to open her legs for him already, Ever had said he enjoyed to be teased.
"You're so hard already," she whispers, the words breathlessly painting the air and punctuated by a gasp at a particularly enticing flick of his tongue across her nipple. Stroking her hand against his erection and glancing up at the ceiling, Isla catches sight of them in the mirrors there and finds sudden, giddy laughter caged in the back of her throat. Not having expected to feel quite so aroused by their reflections, she's nonetheless keen to see what else they might get up to.
"Gods, please fuck me," she moans - apparently teasing only lasts as long as Isla's patience, and in this case, it's mere seconds.
"You're so hard already," she whispers, the words breathlessly painting the air and punctuated by a gasp at a particularly enticing flick of his tongue across her nipple. Stroking her hand against his erection and glancing up at the ceiling, Isla catches sight of them in the mirrors there and finds sudden, giddy laughter caged in the back of her throat. Not having expected to feel quite so aroused by their reflections, she's nonetheless keen to see what else they might get up to.
"Gods, please fuck me," she moans - apparently teasing only lasts as long as Isla's patience, and in this case, it's mere seconds.
fighting off like all creation, the absence of itself
