flora
"Mmmmm..." Flora hums mischievously, and even as she meets the press of Jack's hips with the flat of her palm, her expression remains wry if not bordering on disinterested. Her mind will tell a very different story of course; plumes of magenta heat swirl up through lace-like tears in the curtains of her mind, and though the queen is more than happy to stay precisely where they are that doesn't stop her from imagining cold hands and hot water, her hands braced against his door, her knees scraped on midnight sand.
"Or will I make it worth yours?" Pressing herself up to crash against his mouth, Flora rubs her hand up the length of his still-caged erection before slipping her fingertips beneath the waistband of his underwear. "I was the one who woke you up after all." Flora purrs as she presses herself up fully despite the way her muscles still continued to tremble. Using both her feet and hand to tug his pants down around his knees while the fingers of her other hand stroked along the length of his cock, the queen tilts her head to the side as she peers up at Jack through darkly hooded eyes. "Seems only fair."
Flora had no idea how many woman (or men) Jack had actually fucked on his desk, but no doubt the sheer number who fantasized about it outnumbered the actual tally considerably. His cock pointed at her like a dowsing rod, and had she not known better Flora would have thought the height-to-cock ratio of Jack's desk was suspiciously well suited.
"Or will I make it worth yours?" Pressing herself up to crash against his mouth, Flora rubs her hand up the length of his still-caged erection before slipping her fingertips beneath the waistband of his underwear. "I was the one who woke you up after all." Flora purrs as she presses herself up fully despite the way her muscles still continued to tremble. Using both her feet and hand to tug his pants down around his knees while the fingers of her other hand stroked along the length of his cock, the queen tilts her head to the side as she peers up at Jack through darkly hooded eyes. "Seems only fair."
Flora had no idea how many woman (or men) Jack had actually fucked on his desk, but no doubt the sheer number who fantasized about it outnumbered the actual tally considerably. His cock pointed at her like a dowsing rod, and had she not known better Flora would have thought the height-to-cock ratio of Jack's desk was suspiciously well suited.
We can't make any promises now can we babe?
But you can make me a drink.
But you can make me a drink.
