I'd still know you, not being shown you, I only need the working of my hands
Spreading his knees enough to make space for the Remedy between them, Everest clears his throat a touch awkwardly as the movement has the beginnings of his erection springing upwards as if stretching to try and place itself between Isla's cleavage. "Sorry," he whispers, quite sure that she'll be able to see out of her peripheral vision if not feel for herself what he's apologizing for. Blushing as sweat begins to bead by his temples, Ever too tries not to let his gaze dip too far south but it's nearly impossible with the way his palms itch to press against the perfect globes of her breasts.
Unable to sink into the water with Isla between his knees the way she is, the aviator merely inclines his head to the side. "You do make the water look rather inviting." He murmurs. Leaning to the side to cup a handful of water, Ever lets it trickle over one of Isla's shoulders, taking full advantage of the way the rivulets descend down her oil-soft skin and over her breasts, before disappearing into the water that hugs her waist.
Unable to sink into the water with Isla between his knees the way she is, the aviator merely inclines his head to the side. "You do make the water look rather inviting." He murmurs. Leaning to the side to cup a handful of water, Ever lets it trickle over one of Isla's shoulders, taking full advantage of the way the rivulets descend down her oil-soft skin and over her breasts, before disappearing into the water that hugs her waist.
Everest
