marked me like a bloodstain
Stroking her fingers up the length of his cock as long as she was able to despite being guided toward his mouth, Flora is finally forced to relent as his tongue blurs the sharp crimson shape of her thoughts, such that she's covered in a faint sheen of purple as the red mixes with the earlier blue.
"I want you like you mean it." Flora answers after a moment. What the it was, Jack would have to decide for himself, though based on the complicated architecture of her thoughts, she wanted it to be as close to love as he could manage, if only for a few minutes. That'd explain the removal of her ring, if nothing else.
Letting herself slide off of him, the queen turns her back to him as she lays on her side, pressing the swell of her ass suggestively against him. Perhaps choosing this position was meant to be an act of kindness—or perhaps it was simply to trick the captain into spooning her in some capacity—but at least this way Jack wouldn't be able to see her tears when they inevitably fell.
"I want you like you mean it." Flora answers after a moment. What the it was, Jack would have to decide for himself, though based on the complicated architecture of her thoughts, she wanted it to be as close to love as he could manage, if only for a few minutes. That'd explain the removal of her ring, if nothing else.
Letting herself slide off of him, the queen turns her back to him as she lays on her side, pressing the swell of her ass suggestively against him. Perhaps choosing this position was meant to be an act of kindness—or perhaps it was simply to trick the captain into spooning her in some capacity—but at least this way Jack wouldn't be able to see her tears when they inevitably fell.
