we write out the ends on our palms, then forget to read
Flora smirks, her eyes gleaming as she meets Danta’s gaze in the mirror. "Of course," she purrs, though there’s a glint of mischief in her voice, a promise that while she’ll start slow, she’s certainly not stopping there.
Steadying her grip on his hip, she presses forward, inch by inch, her free hand trailing up the length of his spine as she goes. It’s strange, not being able to feel the heat of him, the way he clenches around her, nor to have anything more than phantom flushes of heat ripple against her thighs. Though Flora knows the sensations well enough from the other side, knows how to read the shifts in his body, the shudder of his breath, the way his fingers tighten against the headboard. And, perhaps not unlike the way Jack must feel, it'll be Danta's reactions that drive her, that will make this satisfying in a way that has nothing to do with physical sensation.
She exhales slowly as she sinks deeper, her nails dragging lightly over his back in a slow, teasing rhythm. "That’s it," she murmurs, her voice sultry but unhurried, letting him take the time he needs to adjust to the fullness of the cock he'd selected. In the mirror, she watches his expression with keen interest, waiting for that moment when the stretch turns from something to be endured into something far, far more pleasurable.
"Any notes so far?" The Doubletake purrs, her grip firm against his hip, her nails pressing just a bit harder into his skin as she stills for a moment, giving him space to breathe before letting her hips slowly roll forward and back.
Steadying her grip on his hip, she presses forward, inch by inch, her free hand trailing up the length of his spine as she goes. It’s strange, not being able to feel the heat of him, the way he clenches around her, nor to have anything more than phantom flushes of heat ripple against her thighs. Though Flora knows the sensations well enough from the other side, knows how to read the shifts in his body, the shudder of his breath, the way his fingers tighten against the headboard. And, perhaps not unlike the way Jack must feel, it'll be Danta's reactions that drive her, that will make this satisfying in a way that has nothing to do with physical sensation.
She exhales slowly as she sinks deeper, her nails dragging lightly over his back in a slow, teasing rhythm. "That’s it," she murmurs, her voice sultry but unhurried, letting him take the time he needs to adjust to the fullness of the cock he'd selected. In the mirror, she watches his expression with keen interest, waiting for that moment when the stretch turns from something to be endured into something far, far more pleasurable.
"Any notes so far?" The Doubletake purrs, her grip firm against his hip, her nails pressing just a bit harder into his skin as she stills for a moment, giving him space to breathe before letting her hips slowly roll forward and back.
