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Listen, while Flora certainly always had a thing for older men, you're only young once, and in her (relatively limited) experience thus far, there was something to youth that brought these moments to life. Anyone could fuck on a bridge, but it took a special sort of love-struck stupidity normally only found in the Youths™ to think that it was romantic and groundbreaking to be so horny as to be unable to keep their hands off of one another and then have the audacity to call it love.
With a gasp as she's turned, the press of her stomach against the wood causing her breath to hitch in her throat, Flora tilts her head back expectantly, arching herself against the dragoon. As he fills her, his cock making the press of his fingers earlier seem like shoe-string fries compared to texas-cut, the Doubletake cries out sharply as she thrusts her hips back against his. "Gods I've missed feeling you inside of me." And were it not for the fact that they were in a very public place, Flora would have been serenading the Celestine with a lengthy list of praises for the dragoon's performance thus far.
Instead, curling one hand back into his hair and sliding the other between her thighs (no offence Koa, but if we're going for fast, this is the way its gotta be), Flora continues to buck her hips against his. "I think about you when I touch myself." She whispers, her head lolling almost drunkenly against his chest as her fingers resume the rhythm Koa's thumb had begun against her clit.
With a gasp as she's turned, the press of her stomach against the wood causing her breath to hitch in her throat, Flora tilts her head back expectantly, arching herself against the dragoon. As he fills her, his cock making the press of his fingers earlier seem like shoe-string fries compared to texas-cut, the Doubletake cries out sharply as she thrusts her hips back against his. "Gods I've missed feeling you inside of me." And were it not for the fact that they were in a very public place, Flora would have been serenading the Celestine with a lengthy list of praises for the dragoon's performance thus far.
Instead, curling one hand back into his hair and sliding the other between her thighs (no offence Koa, but if we're going for fast, this is the way its gotta be), Flora continues to buck her hips against his. "I think about you when I touch myself." She whispers, her head lolling almost drunkenly against his chest as her fingers resume the rhythm Koa's thumb had begun against her clit.
