by what standard?

flora

Rather surprised by how much of a turn on a bit of hot and cold was for her, the queen was planning on wasting little time in capitalizing on it and knowing fulwell what Jack was getting from her thoughts (if not from the writhing of her body against his), assumed he'd be more than onboard. Even if he wasn't though, the sudden frustrating itch between her thighs would have seen Flora bringing herself to orgasm by herself if Jack had decided to go and drink solo just to prove a point.

Metting the captain's eyes, the queen gives her head a stern shake "Don't you dare," flushed and panting, her eyes widen a fraction as if daring Jack to do or say anything other than yes Flora before burying his cock inside of her and grasping her hips and thighs with his frosty fingers.

Using the heels of her feet to try and edge his swim shorts down just enough to free his erection, Flora left the issue of her bottoms to the captain, not minding at all if he merely shoved them aside. Unlike the morning they'd spent together which the queen's mind orchestrated with soft touches and luxuriously slow bouts of friction, now her demands were more in line with what Jack was used to from her. "Fuck me, Jack." She pleaded in a voice made desperately small and raw by the heat broiling up from her core.

I want to be when you fall on me like night
I wanna kill the lights

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!