we show off our different scarlet letters
Focusing on the pressure of her building orgasm the way you might focus on a sneeze to bring it to fruition, Flora sinks back against the dragoon, letting him take over the majority of the work that she might set her thoughts to the task of finishing in time with him. To that end, she floods her mind with thoughts of Koa's tongue between her thighs in the shower, of a visit to the hotsprings that turns spicy as she sits innocently in his lap whispering wicked words into his mind until he's helpless to do anything but haul her over his shoulder and fuck her against the stones. She thinks about fucking him in the waves when last they'd been together, the rush of the water making it feel as if his hands were all over her body. She thinks of her mouth around his cock as she kneels before him, her blue eyes meeting his over the length of his body as he moans her name.
"I want you to make me cum." She moans desperately, her fingers tightening in his hair. "Gods, I want you to fuck me and make me cum." The words are for her as much as for him, and as the combination of fuck and cum and the tableaus she's painted between her eyes finally fit around the thrusting of his hips, she feels her climax rising up from between her thighs.
Pressing her tongue against the roof of her mouth, Flora tries her best to stifle her cry of pleasure, but it's loud enough to have several birds opting to find elsewhere to perch. Heat roars out from her core, racing up the backs of her thighs before exploding outward, the fractals of pleasure shattering all around her before the world seems to drop out from beneath her.
"I want you to make me cum." She moans desperately, her fingers tightening in his hair. "Gods, I want you to fuck me and make me cum." The words are for her as much as for him, and as the combination of fuck and cum and the tableaus she's painted between her eyes finally fit around the thrusting of his hips, she feels her climax rising up from between her thighs.
Pressing her tongue against the roof of her mouth, Flora tries her best to stifle her cry of pleasure, but it's loud enough to have several birds opting to find elsewhere to perch. Heat roars out from her core, racing up the backs of her thighs before exploding outward, the fractals of pleasure shattering all around her before the world seems to drop out from beneath her.
