flora
Having given Jack the only warning she's willing to give, the window for him to have done anything more with her before making her cum has been slammed shut, and as the captain does precisely nothing different at all, Flora lets her mind properly unspool even as her body tenses and writhes within its constraints.
What starts out as a barely disguised whimper in the back of Flora's throat begins to grow and build as the heat in her belly similarly expands and pulses outward. The muscles of her thighs shake as she pushes against the restraints, her fingers now clawing at the wall in a desperate attempt to somehow get more of Jack even as he expertly pushes her unflinchingly towards her climax. "—gods, please jack," she begs breathlessly, her toes threatening to cramp they're clenching so hard. "—please, jack—" The refrain continues, growing louder in volume before Flora is snarling around the shape of his name as her second orgasm roars through her.
Where she's often left feeling weightless after the bright bubble of pleasure pops and she's left to fall through the opalescent haze of her come-down, as she's actually weightless, it feels as if there's no falling at all. As the world utterly melts away, Flora might as well have been in a sensory deprivation chamber given the way she's suddenly so divorced from anything and everything; It might even have been scary, had it not felt so fucking good.
What starts out as a barely disguised whimper in the back of Flora's throat begins to grow and build as the heat in her belly similarly expands and pulses outward. The muscles of her thighs shake as she pushes against the restraints, her fingers now clawing at the wall in a desperate attempt to somehow get more of Jack even as he expertly pushes her unflinchingly towards her climax. "—gods, please jack," she begs breathlessly, her toes threatening to cramp they're clenching so hard. "—please, jack—" The refrain continues, growing louder in volume before Flora is snarling around the shape of his name as her second orgasm roars through her.
Where she's often left feeling weightless after the bright bubble of pleasure pops and she's left to fall through the opalescent haze of her come-down, as she's actually weightless, it feels as if there's no falling at all. As the world utterly melts away, Flora might as well have been in a sensory deprivation chamber given the way she's suddenly so divorced from anything and everything; It might even have been scary, had it not felt so fucking good.
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?
