flora
Despite Jack having seen her every which way, Flora still gropes for some sort of modesty as she struggles to find her balance on the swing. Edging her hips forward to slide the loops further up her legs, she found that while it threatened to dig into the muscles of her upper thighs, it was a good deal more stable (despite the hit to her ego that resulted in the way the backs of her thighs necessarily bulged around the bands). With no way of swatting his hand away as he adjusted her robe, Flora was left merely gaping at Jack, wanting to look good for him and not like some child whose parent had just yeeted them up onto a swing, but not feeling as though she did.
"I didn't want to pull a muscle," Flora lies, not seeing a need to mention the truth (that she didn't want to be doing the splits and thus putting her vajayjay front and centre). Not yet, anyway. Gripping his shoulders, her legs wrapping around him, the queen braces against the wall, her shoulders shifting somewhat as she got used to the feeling of it behind her. "Maybe not comfy, but...I don't feel like I'm going to fall, and nothing hurts." She clarifies, though the way her fingers clutch at his shoulders suggests she isn't entirely comfortable yet. Then again it is the first time she's been put into a sex harness, so hopefully the captain can forgive Flora her apprehension.
Not part of her is looking for a way out, though, and while feeling safe is probably not something most people feel when they're with a man like Jack, Flora does. Exhaling softly, she glances down at herself—naked but for the robe against her sides—before glancing at the captain with an expectant raise of her brow.
"I didn't want to pull a muscle," Flora lies, not seeing a need to mention the truth (that she didn't want to be doing the splits and thus putting her vajayjay front and centre). Not yet, anyway. Gripping his shoulders, her legs wrapping around him, the queen braces against the wall, her shoulders shifting somewhat as she got used to the feeling of it behind her. "Maybe not comfy, but...I don't feel like I'm going to fall, and nothing hurts." She clarifies, though the way her fingers clutch at his shoulders suggests she isn't entirely comfortable yet. Then again it is the first time she's been put into a sex harness, so hopefully the captain can forgive Flora her apprehension.
Not part of her is looking for a way out, though, and while feeling safe is probably not something most people feel when they're with a man like Jack, Flora does. Exhaling softly, she glances down at herself—naked but for the robe against her sides—before glancing at the captain with an expectant raise of her brow.
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?
