we write out the ends on our palms, then forget to read
Flora preens beneath Danta’s gaze, confidence blooming in her chest as his eyes drink her in, lingering on the curves of her body and the way the harness accentuates her figure. His smile only fuels her, and she shifts her weight ever so slightly, sliding her hip against his mouth as he leaves another kiss against her golden skin. Her fingers twist in his blonde hair for a moment, giving the soft strands a playful tug before releasing him as he rises to his feet.
The glint in her aqua eyes sharpens, mischief dancing in their depths as she tilts her head to look up at him. Without hesitation, Flora sinks to her knees with deliberate grace, her movements slow and teasing. Her fingers brush lightly over the soft leather still clinging to his body, and as her lips press against his chest, she flutters kisses downward, each one lingering just long enough to (hopefully) have him guessing where the next will land.
The warmth of his skin beneath her lips sends a thrill through her, her touches deliberately featherlight in a way she hopes he'll utterly hate as she lets the moment stretch into torture. Reaching finally for the buttons of Danta's pants, the queen's fingers release them with practiced ease, before she tugs them down toward his knees. Now, one might expect Flora to offer a cheeky swipe of her tongue over the Maverick's cock, especially as it was now pointing right at her, but the Doubletake intentionally ensured that despite how she helped him in stepping out of his pants, his cock only came within inches of her.
Gazing up at him, the head of his erection just a whisper from her lips with her breasts perky beneath it, Flora raised a brow. "You know, normally I would help to take the edge off, but..." Running her long nails up his thighs, the pressure almost enough to force his hips forward but now quite, Flora smirks. "...we need you to last."
The glint in her aqua eyes sharpens, mischief dancing in their depths as she tilts her head to look up at him. Without hesitation, Flora sinks to her knees with deliberate grace, her movements slow and teasing. Her fingers brush lightly over the soft leather still clinging to his body, and as her lips press against his chest, she flutters kisses downward, each one lingering just long enough to (hopefully) have him guessing where the next will land.
The warmth of his skin beneath her lips sends a thrill through her, her touches deliberately featherlight in a way she hopes he'll utterly hate as she lets the moment stretch into torture. Reaching finally for the buttons of Danta's pants, the queen's fingers release them with practiced ease, before she tugs them down toward his knees. Now, one might expect Flora to offer a cheeky swipe of her tongue over the Maverick's cock, especially as it was now pointing right at her, but the Doubletake intentionally ensured that despite how she helped him in stepping out of his pants, his cock only came within inches of her.
Gazing up at him, the head of his erection just a whisper from her lips with her breasts perky beneath it, Flora raised a brow. "You know, normally I would help to take the edge off, but..." Running her long nails up his thighs, the pressure almost enough to force his hips forward but now quite, Flora smirks. "...we need you to last."
