we write out the ends on our palms, then forget to read
How Jack managed to turn just say you'll miss me into some sordid midnight rendezvous Flora had no idea, but nor did she mind. It was one of the things she loved about him, this way he had of rising above her youthful trickery in a way which dazzled rather than disappointed.
Humming with satisfaction as his hands trickled down her back, the queen lets her eyes close until she feels his hands come to rest around against her ass. Grinning as her eyes slyly open, she nods. "Deal. I did promise her peace and quiet, though." Flora warns, though if anything it's meant as a challenge to the captain to see how much pleasure he could pull out of her while keeping her as quiet as possible.
"Maybe by then my new couch will have arrived and you can help me put it together." She suggests, her mind instantly taken back to their afternoon at Molly's and the way it had felt to gorge herself on the captain's cock before quite literally bringing him to his knees. "Then again...I don't remember you being terribly quiet that time, either."
Humming with satisfaction as his hands trickled down her back, the queen lets her eyes close until she feels his hands come to rest around against her ass. Grinning as her eyes slyly open, she nods. "Deal. I did promise her peace and quiet, though." Flora warns, though if anything it's meant as a challenge to the captain to see how much pleasure he could pull out of her while keeping her as quiet as possible.
"Maybe by then my new couch will have arrived and you can help me put it together." She suggests, her mind instantly taken back to their afternoon at Molly's and the way it had felt to gorge herself on the captain's cock before quite literally bringing him to his knees. "Then again...I don't remember you being terribly quiet that time, either."
