Isla
one bright morning goes so easy
Where Ever might be begging her forgiveness, Isla will be relishing every finger shaped mark declaring that she belongs to the aviator, though there's no way to tell him as much at present. Hiccuping in a sharp breath to feel him enter her, their bodies come together in the sort of seamless rhythm that even rough and unexpected sex can't change, her ankles locking around his hips leaving enough space for him to thrust as hard and fast as he likes.
"Shh..." She hushes him, still unsure who might be around to hear, but the deep flush to her cheeks suggests she really wouldn't mind if anyone did realise what they were up to. Biting back a moan of deep satisfaction to feel him start to fuck her in earnest, Isla leans into the touch against her cheek and surges forward to claim his lips once more, as if that will somehow help her to stay quiet.
"Shh..." She hushes him, still unsure who might be around to hear, but the deep flush to her cheeks suggests she really wouldn't mind if anyone did realise what they were up to. Biting back a moan of deep satisfaction to feel him start to fuck her in earnest, Isla leans into the touch against her cheek and surges forward to claim his lips once more, as if that will somehow help her to stay quiet.
darkness always finds you either way
