flora
With her chin still lowered, Flora glances at Jack through the curtain of her bangs before flashing him a wolfish grin that, had he spent any time in the mirror, he'd recognize as one of his own. "We'll see." She hums, before placing the scissors back in the drawer and moving to his side.
With a press of her hands against his shoulders to encourage him back against the bed, Flora easily slips herself astride the captain. With her dress newly cut and her underwear stuffed back in her guild, there's precious little blocking her from his view save for the way she leans forward, against him. Tying his hands to either side of the bed using the fabric of her dress—there's enough slack for him to be able to roll his shoulders, but not enough to touch her—Flora flashes him a smile as she descends the length of his body, tugging his pants down with her as she goes. "I could take these all the way off, but actually.." Biting at the inside of her cheek the queen raises a brow, leaving Jack's pants and underwear in a tangle around his ankles—it'd make it that much harder for him to wriggle around—before securing both of his legs at the bottom of the bed.
Knowing that this was likely far from the first time that Jack had been tied up, Flora didn't bother making it seem as though she'd accomplished much by doing it, and instead placed herself astride him once more, her hips resting against his thighs. With his cock like a mast rising up against her belly, Flora let her fingertips ghost down the length of her body before reaching for his erection. She would have him begging to cum by the end of things, but for now, Flora would settle for hearing him say he wanted her.
With a press of her hands against his shoulders to encourage him back against the bed, Flora easily slips herself astride the captain. With her dress newly cut and her underwear stuffed back in her guild, there's precious little blocking her from his view save for the way she leans forward, against him. Tying his hands to either side of the bed using the fabric of her dress—there's enough slack for him to be able to roll his shoulders, but not enough to touch her—Flora flashes him a smile as she descends the length of his body, tugging his pants down with her as she goes. "I could take these all the way off, but actually.." Biting at the inside of her cheek the queen raises a brow, leaving Jack's pants and underwear in a tangle around his ankles—it'd make it that much harder for him to wriggle around—before securing both of his legs at the bottom of the bed.
Knowing that this was likely far from the first time that Jack had been tied up, Flora didn't bother making it seem as though she'd accomplished much by doing it, and instead placed herself astride him once more, her hips resting against his thighs. With his cock like a mast rising up against her belly, Flora let her fingertips ghost down the length of her body before reaching for his erection. She would have him begging to cum by the end of things, but for now, Flora would settle for hearing him say he wanted her.
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
