Isla
Luckily, Ever will find, one does not have to be a demigod to pull off every feat of strength usually attributed to them, and fucking a woman up against a shower wall is well within the aviator's repertoire. If he doesn't believe it, Isla will do her best to persuade him, her hiccuped mewls of pleasure all but swallowed up in the hiss of water, for his ears alone as her fingers grasp at his shoulders and tighten in the back of his hair.
"Later," she pants, the words framed by a wicked smile against his ear. Later they'll find a mirror and he can fuck her to oblivion in the glass. "No reflection will ever look as good as your cock feels," she adds, as if to make up for it, though her words taper off into an abrupt moan as his pace increases, Isla left with toes tingling and pleasure stirring low in her belly. "Cum for me," she whispers, wanting to be the source of his bliss more than she even wants to chase her own.
"Later," she pants, the words framed by a wicked smile against his ear. Later they'll find a mirror and he can fuck her to oblivion in the glass. "No reflection will ever look as good as your cock feels," she adds, as if to make up for it, though her words taper off into an abrupt moan as his pace increases, Isla left with toes tingling and pleasure stirring low in her belly. "Cum for me," she whispers, wanting to be the source of his bliss more than she even wants to chase her own.
we're gonna separate ourselves tonight
we're always running scared but holding knives
we're always running scared but holding knives
