flora
"—nnnn—" Pressing her tongue against his cock as if to cage it against her lips, Flora moans softly around him as his words send goosebumps flooding out across her skin. No doubt plucked from the needs of her own thoughts as much as his own, Jack's command is well-timed as the throbbing heat between her thighs becomes almost impossible to ignore. Using her free hand, Flora lets her fingertips press against her neck, wrapping suggestively around her throat before descending lower to capture her breast. Squeezing as she takes the captain's cock all the way into her mouth again, her fingers pinch around her nipple as her lips press around the base of him. Having to force the air through her nose as her hand lowers, her fingers make their hasty descent between her legs where it feels as if Jack's water magic has been at work.
The threat has Flora's grasp of the captain's cock slacking for just a second as she considers, though trying to think through the maroon haze of her thoughts feels almost impossible. No small part of her is still keen to gag herself on Jack's cock as she'd been doing, to delight in the feel of his eyes on her and to continue to drag out more sounds made rough by arousal. The words he could fake, the tightness in his voice less so, and she wasn't in a hurry to give up that control. Still, the thought of him overtop of her, of filling her the way she knew he could, had her trembling with desire, no more so than as her fingers pressed themselves inside of her once again.
Pressing back against the base of his cock and turning her head to the side so that the moan that forced its way passed her lips wouldn't have her choking on him, Flora twisted and writhed on the couch as her fingers worked themselves over her clit. "Fuck I want you," she panted, back arching all the way off the couch with the sudden strength of her need, before her lips were once again around his cock, her hand releasing the base of him in order to grasp at the back of his thigh, encouraging his hips to thrust forward.
The threat has Flora's grasp of the captain's cock slacking for just a second as she considers, though trying to think through the maroon haze of her thoughts feels almost impossible. No small part of her is still keen to gag herself on Jack's cock as she'd been doing, to delight in the feel of his eyes on her and to continue to drag out more sounds made rough by arousal. The words he could fake, the tightness in his voice less so, and she wasn't in a hurry to give up that control. Still, the thought of him overtop of her, of filling her the way she knew he could, had her trembling with desire, no more so than as her fingers pressed themselves inside of her once again.
Pressing back against the base of his cock and turning her head to the side so that the moan that forced its way passed her lips wouldn't have her choking on him, Flora twisted and writhed on the couch as her fingers worked themselves over her clit. "Fuck I want you," she panted, back arching all the way off the couch with the sudden strength of her need, before her lips were once again around his cock, her hand releasing the base of him in order to grasp at the back of his thigh, encouraging his hips to thrust forward.
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?
