[RQ] shoulda just called him whiskey

charlie

Charlie’s eyes darken with desire as Sunjata’s skilled ministrations intensify, his hands and tongue orchestrating a symphony of sensations along the lean muscles of her inner thigh. Her soft gasp mingles with the quiet hum of the room as his lips press reverently against the delicate skin there. In response, she moans low and breathily, her body arching into his touch as if urging him to explore further. The taste of his whispered arousal drives her to press her heels against his lower back, ensuring his mouth finds every tempting inch of her. Her hands, steady and commanding despite her petite frame, descend slowly along her curves before grasping the base of both of his spiralled horns with suggestive firmness, a not-so-subtle indication of what it would later feel like when he finally deigned to remove his pants and she is able to wrap her hands around his cock.

A sultry chuckle escapes her lips as she teases, "You must be one hell of an altruist not asking Frey for that perk first," her words a delicious blend of playful mockery and genuine arousal. There is no pacing in her world tonight—only the urgent need to savour every lingering touch and heated whisper. Her fingers continue to trace deliberate patterns along his sculpted skin, drawing him deeper into the moment.

With a slow, deliberate shift, Charlie inquires, her voice husky with need, "Are you content leaning here before the stone, or would you prefer to lay where I am?" That way she could drape herself over his lips and save his back the trouble of dealing with the vast difference in their heights.

Nice to meet you, where you been? I could show you incredible things
Magic, madness, heaven, sin

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!