we show off our different scarlet letters
The warmth of the candlelight has the blush on Flora's cheeks looking distinctly maroon as she lets her head loll wearily to the side, her breasts still rising and falling quite quickly as she catches her breath. Asta's arrogance inspires a girlish mischief in the Doubletake, such that despite the very obviously pleased way her body responds to his continued presence over her, she lets her eyes roll up somewhat as she shrugs. "I mean..it was..." One hand slinks slowly down the length of her own body where she allows her middle finger to press against her swollen lips before gliding across her clit. Still wildly overstimulated, Flora shivers with a static-y pleasure her mind can't quite parse before she circles her fingertip against the bite mark on her thigh. "..okay." She purrs teasingly as she repaints his lips with the newly made mixture of her wetness and the still softly bleeding mark on her thigh.
Having not forgotten the way that he'd resisted her hands as they'd pushed him down onto his back, instead of making any attempts to manipulate the butcher (physically, at least), Flora leaned herself up onto her elbows that her nipples might once again brush over his scarred body as she tilted her chin up and pressed her lips against his ear. "On your back." She whispers softly. "Please."
Having not forgotten the way that he'd resisted her hands as they'd pushed him down onto his back, instead of making any attempts to manipulate the butcher (physically, at least), Flora leaned herself up onto her elbows that her nipples might once again brush over his scarred body as she tilted her chin up and pressed her lips against his ear. "On your back." She whispers softly. "Please."
