flora
"Superfluous?" Lifting her eyebrows at that, delight sparkles across the Doubletake's thoughts momentarily, illuminating the garnet edges of her thoughts and making them shine pink. Jack was one of those men who was a good deal more clever than he ever let on, and so when his mask did slip—like when his laughter turned briefly carefree—it had something a good deal more intimate than mere lust uncoiling in Flora's belly.
Feeling both wildly pleased by the captain's whispered tone and marking it as a baseline, Flora waists little time in rising onto her knees and sinking down upon the captain's cock. Whatever she planned to do apparently didn't involve drawing out the main event, not if the self-satisfied smirk that parted her lips was anything to go by as she rolled her hips forward and back, finding just the right angle and sighing indulgently.
Able to set the pace—opting for slow and sensual—Flora lets her fingers ghost across her hips before skirting in toward her waist, her nails gliding softly over her bronze skin until she has herself shivering in response to the goosebumps blooming in the wake of her hands. Reaching her breasts, the queen pauses, smirking down at Jack. She was at the age where all of her anatomy still defied gravity and yet her fingertips danced over the globes of her breasts as if for the first time, marvelling at the soft firmness of them before rolling her hips forward as she grabbed one of her nipples and squeezed. Moaning under her breath as if Jack was nothing more than a life-sized dildo for her to please herself with, the queen continued the slow undulations of her body, imagining what it might be like to once again have dozens of eyes upon her during the longest night of the year.
"Tell me I'm yours."
Feeling both wildly pleased by the captain's whispered tone and marking it as a baseline, Flora waists little time in rising onto her knees and sinking down upon the captain's cock. Whatever she planned to do apparently didn't involve drawing out the main event, not if the self-satisfied smirk that parted her lips was anything to go by as she rolled her hips forward and back, finding just the right angle and sighing indulgently.
Able to set the pace—opting for slow and sensual—Flora lets her fingers ghost across her hips before skirting in toward her waist, her nails gliding softly over her bronze skin until she has herself shivering in response to the goosebumps blooming in the wake of her hands. Reaching her breasts, the queen pauses, smirking down at Jack. She was at the age where all of her anatomy still defied gravity and yet her fingertips danced over the globes of her breasts as if for the first time, marvelling at the soft firmness of them before rolling her hips forward as she grabbed one of her nipples and squeezed. Moaning under her breath as if Jack was nothing more than a life-sized dildo for her to please herself with, the queen continued the slow undulations of her body, imagining what it might be like to once again have dozens of eyes upon her during the longest night of the year.
"Tell me I'm yours."
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
