charlie
"Not lazy, just wounded." The blonde assures him with a switch of her tail. "Besides, I'm supposed to be walking you through all of this, right?" Besides, when was the last time that Danta let himself just be pampered and accepted a good fucking against the carcass of his latest kill? Probably too long, by Charlie's guess.
As his lips press against the flesh of her inner thigh, Charlie uses the heart-shaped spade at the end of her tail to press against his cheek directly his efforts toward her clit. "Most of the work." She corrects with a sly smile.
With her elbows beneath her, Charlie stretches out her fingers. Combing them first through the Maverick's fair hair, she lets them glide toward the nape of his neck. No sooner had she touched the collar of his shirt, he'd feel it instantly disintegrate into nothingness followed by the instant heat from the fire behind him.
As his lips press against the flesh of her inner thigh, Charlie uses the heart-shaped spade at the end of her tail to press against his cheek directly his efforts toward her clit. "Most of the work." She corrects with a sly smile.
With her elbows beneath her, Charlie stretches out her fingers. Combing them first through the Maverick's fair hair, she lets them glide toward the nape of his neck. No sooner had she touched the collar of his shirt, he'd feel it instantly disintegrate into nothingness followed by the instant heat from the fire behind him.
she's the giggle at a funeral
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
