I couldn't utter my love when it counted
Ah, but I'm singing like a bird 'bout it now
Ah, but I'm singing like a bird 'bout it now
Look, Koa is a textbook people-pleaser, and Flora? Well, Flora is incredibly satisfying to please. The hum of her moan, her nails on his skin, the way her leg hooks up around his thigh: all of this is a language Koa can understand, invitations to a dance for which he knows all the steps. As much as he's flubbed and flailed through the more emotional parts of his relationships, in the physical field Koa excels. What he cannot coherently convey in worlds, he spins into symphonies of sexual satisfaction.
In other words: ya boy fucks.
Finger fucks, in this case, fingers slipping easily past the shield of her thong and into the slick heat of her cunt. He has to bend his knees a little to get the right angle, tendons whining at the strain and uncomfortable position, but all of it is worth it if it makes Flora feel good. As his thumb continues to rub her clit Koa's fingers extend and curve within her, attentive, responsive to the little twitches and hitches of breath that tell him where and how to make her melt.
"I want to make you cum," Koa growls huskily in her ear, playfully demanding as his hand continues its ministrations of her core. "But you'll have to be quick, so we don't get caught. Can you do that for me, Flora?"
In other words: ya boy fucks.
Finger fucks, in this case, fingers slipping easily past the shield of her thong and into the slick heat of her cunt. He has to bend his knees a little to get the right angle, tendons whining at the strain and uncomfortable position, but all of it is worth it if it makes Flora feel good. As his thumb continues to rub her clit Koa's fingers extend and curve within her, attentive, responsive to the little twitches and hitches of breath that tell him where and how to make her melt.
"I want to make you cum," Koa growls huskily in her ear, playfully demanding as his hand continues its ministrations of her core. "But you'll have to be quick, so we don't get caught. Can you do that for me, Flora?"
Koa
And I couldn't whisper when you needed it shouted
Ah, but I'm singing like a bird 'bout it now
Ah, but I'm singing like a bird 'bout it now
totally sniped from odd ilu
