flora
Laughing coyly at that, had Jack not been a mind reader she might have tried to imply that yes, she did have someone in mind. Alas, the queen can only shrug and shake her head. "What if we picked someone together?" No doubt they wouldn't have any trouble of it, not with Jack's talents to make sure they weren't barking up the wrong tree. Besides, it was probably better in the long run that Flora's first threesome was with someone she didn't know just in case things went horribly wrong. No one held a grudge quite like the Doubletake, after all.
The skin around Flora's nose wrinkles for a moment as her teeth click around nothing at all, and the frustrated delight the coats her thoughts might as well have been gasoline to the fire about to be lit. You'll want to be careful with that, though, Jack; the lick of lightning against her skin has Flora's fingers squeezing the captain's cock a good deal harder as her mind tries to make sense of whether or not she'd enjoyed the spark of electricity against her skin. The bite of it had been followed by the strangest sensory shift, that the Doubletake found she couldn't even really describe the feeling of with any word other than static; even that wasn't good enough for the marbled sweet-pain that had followed. Huffing out a breath and releasing his cock, the queen tuts under her breath. "No, you didn't." She admits before stepping slowly out of her underwear. "I'll still win, though." Reaching for the handcuffs in order to drag Jack back toward the couch where he'd been before, Flora turns away from him and though she can't see his gaze, she imagines all the places it might linger while her back was turned.
Draping herself back over the couch, the queen lets one of her hands slowly wander down the length of her stomach before disappearing between her thighs. Sliding a single finger inside of herself, Flora shivers at the sensation before letting her finger rise to ghost over her clit if only to give the captain an idea of where she stood in terms of finishing. Tilting her head back the queen stretches out her hands to shift Jack back somewhat in order to give her room to maneuver, before guiding his cock into her waiting mouth.
The skin around Flora's nose wrinkles for a moment as her teeth click around nothing at all, and the frustrated delight the coats her thoughts might as well have been gasoline to the fire about to be lit. You'll want to be careful with that, though, Jack; the lick of lightning against her skin has Flora's fingers squeezing the captain's cock a good deal harder as her mind tries to make sense of whether or not she'd enjoyed the spark of electricity against her skin. The bite of it had been followed by the strangest sensory shift, that the Doubletake found she couldn't even really describe the feeling of with any word other than static; even that wasn't good enough for the marbled sweet-pain that had followed. Huffing out a breath and releasing his cock, the queen tuts under her breath. "No, you didn't." She admits before stepping slowly out of her underwear. "I'll still win, though." Reaching for the handcuffs in order to drag Jack back toward the couch where he'd been before, Flora turns away from him and though she can't see his gaze, she imagines all the places it might linger while her back was turned.
Draping herself back over the couch, the queen lets one of her hands slowly wander down the length of her stomach before disappearing between her thighs. Sliding a single finger inside of herself, Flora shivers at the sensation before letting her finger rise to ghost over her clit if only to give the captain an idea of where she stood in terms of finishing. Tilting her head back the queen stretches out her hands to shift Jack back somewhat in order to give her room to maneuver, before guiding his cock into her waiting mouth.
i scream for whatever it's worth
"i love you" ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?
"i love you" ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?
