flora
"You'll have to gag me th—" The thrust of his cock cuts off the words, the image of Jack's balled-up shirt clenched between her teeth and Torchline's sands beneath her back suddenly shattered by a roaring plume of fire. Giving up any attempt to help steady herself against the crate, Flora wraps her other leg around the captain's waist, her hips lifted in order to better guide him deeper inside of her.
Having never considered Jack the type to share, certainly if he was up for it there were some interesting situations the pair could find themselves in. No doubt Jack could certainly get off on the feeling alone of someone fucking Flora all while thinking they'd pulled a fast one over on the captain by fucking his girl, though there was certainly the worry now that having been fucked by a telepath the Doubletake's standards likely weren't going to be met by just any old idiot.
"Shut up and make me cum," Flora moans a touch performatively, if only because she's positive that the way her thoughts have begun to spiral out of control has already signalled to the captain just how close to climaxing she was. Moaning his name for all to hear in varying degrees of desperation and arousal, it takes little time for her fingers to nudge her toward the precipice and for the thrust of Jack's hips to shove her breathlessly over the edge. Adrift in a sea of deep blue and with nothing in her mind left to hide from the captain, Flora's orgasm hits her harder than it had before now that she has Jack to cling to.
Having never considered Jack the type to share, certainly if he was up for it there were some interesting situations the pair could find themselves in. No doubt Jack could certainly get off on the feeling alone of someone fucking Flora all while thinking they'd pulled a fast one over on the captain by fucking his girl, though there was certainly the worry now that having been fucked by a telepath the Doubletake's standards likely weren't going to be met by just any old idiot.
"Shut up and make me cum," Flora moans a touch performatively, if only because she's positive that the way her thoughts have begun to spiral out of control has already signalled to the captain just how close to climaxing she was. Moaning his name for all to hear in varying degrees of desperation and arousal, it takes little time for her fingers to nudge her toward the precipice and for the thrust of Jack's hips to shove her breathlessly over the edge. Adrift in a sea of deep blue and with nothing in her mind left to hide from the captain, Flora's orgasm hits her harder than it had before now that she has Jack to cling to.
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
