Isla
The warm rain suddenly cascading around them is enough to bring a smile to Isla's lips despite how preoccupied she undoubtedly is with the man between her legs, though the flare of heat in her cheeks and low in her belly is something she can no longer ignore as Ever's words reach her ears. I need you ignites something in her blood that likely merits some exploration later, but for now it's with eager hands wound around the aviator's shoulders that she complies with his request, hooking her legs around his waist and bracing back against the solid wall of the cubicle.
He enters her slowly and completely, the feeling parting Isla's lips in a low moan cut off by the tantalising nearness of him, and she tilts her head to rest it against Ever's, panting through the pleasure of his every touch. "More," she all but begs him, the words whispered through the rush of water against his ear, her hips arcing ever so slightly against the wall as if to encourage his movements.
He enters her slowly and completely, the feeling parting Isla's lips in a low moan cut off by the tantalising nearness of him, and she tilts her head to rest it against Ever's, panting through the pleasure of his every touch. "More," she all but begs him, the words whispered through the rush of water against his ear, her hips arcing ever so slightly against the wall as if to encourage his movements.
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
