charlie
"I would climb you like a tree if that bear hadn't gotten to you first." The priestess murmurs through lips that can't seem to decide between snarling in feral appreciation for fullness of the Maverick's cock inside of her, or wanting to moan his name in encouragement. Grasping at his hand and pressing her fingers against his own to suggest he could be even rougher against her nipple,
His thumb against her not only draws a moan from her lips but has her hips relaxing significantly, such that it's only with a hiss against the pressure of him, that she's able to remove her tail completely from his base. "Fuck, you feel so fucking good." She pants, her hips rising and falling faster as she rests one hand against the bear's pelt for stability. "Now just imagine what it could be like if we weren't alone." The priestess croons. "Imagine what it would be like to have someone fucking you while I rode your cock." She's quite certain a clever brothel owner like Danta doesn't need much in the way of verbal cues to conjure up such an image. "Imagine your head tipped back and a pair of thighs resting on your shoulders."
Wanting to properly tear into him with her teeth and claws, Charlie instead reaches for the heart she'd previously handed to him. "You deserve every pleasure." Grasping the aorta with her teeth and pulling it free, the priestess pressed the still-warm hunk of flesh against Danta's lips.
His thumb against her not only draws a moan from her lips but has her hips relaxing significantly, such that it's only with a hiss against the pressure of him, that she's able to remove her tail completely from his base. "Fuck, you feel so fucking good." She pants, her hips rising and falling faster as she rests one hand against the bear's pelt for stability. "Now just imagine what it could be like if we weren't alone." The priestess croons. "Imagine what it would be like to have someone fucking you while I rode your cock." She's quite certain a clever brothel owner like Danta doesn't need much in the way of verbal cues to conjure up such an image. "Imagine your head tipped back and a pair of thighs resting on your shoulders."
Wanting to properly tear into him with her teeth and claws, Charlie instead reaches for the heart she'd previously handed to him. "You deserve every pleasure." Grasping the aorta with her teeth and pulling it free, the priestess pressed the still-warm hunk of flesh against Danta's lips.
she's the giggle at a funeral
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
