flora
As Flora's back hits the door and the air is knocked from her lungs, the growing refrain of her thoughts fuck, I want you grows all the more frenzied as she gasps against Jack's mouth. Throwing his belt to the ground before yielding the diminishing space between them and instead looping her arms around his neck to further pin his mouth against hers.
Having expected Jack to drop to his knees and bury his face between her thighs—he was a mind reader, yeah, but one who averaged two orgasms a fuck rather than just one—Flora finds herself suddenly pressed against his cabin door with only Jack's cock pressed between her thighs by way of explanation. Crying out in surprise and pain as his fingers clasp around her hips, Jack will find that the garden of Flora's thoughts all twist and stretch in unison, like sunflowers straining to follow the warmth of the sun. I want you, gods, I—
As he enters her, the moan that leaves the Doubletake's lips is as satisfied as it is desperate, but given the volume, perhaps the crew can later weigh in on which they thought it was. "—fuck—" She whimpers shakily, her voice pitched higher than normal as a feeling not unlike a scream welled up in the back of her throat. "Fuck, Jack—" Bracing herself with one arm over her head, Flora arches her back away from the door and against the captain, her head lolling drunkenly against his shoulder.
Having expected Jack to drop to his knees and bury his face between her thighs—he was a mind reader, yeah, but one who averaged two orgasms a fuck rather than just one—Flora finds herself suddenly pressed against his cabin door with only Jack's cock pressed between her thighs by way of explanation. Crying out in surprise and pain as his fingers clasp around her hips, Jack will find that the garden of Flora's thoughts all twist and stretch in unison, like sunflowers straining to follow the warmth of the sun. I want you, gods, I—
As he enters her, the moan that leaves the Doubletake's lips is as satisfied as it is desperate, but given the volume, perhaps the crew can later weigh in on which they thought it was. "—fuck—" She whimpers shakily, her voice pitched higher than normal as a feeling not unlike a scream welled up in the back of her throat. "Fuck, Jack—" Bracing herself with one arm over her head, Flora arches her back away from the door and against the captain, her head lolling drunkenly against his shoulder.
i scream for whatever it's worth
"i love you" ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?
"i love you" ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?
