COLT
The promise of something more, of later, she holds onto like a wish she has to contain or it'll vanish for good. Fortunately, the image of him in her bed is easy to cling to—not the least of which being a place where they can reclaim simple comforts she misses desperately, like a shower.
Laid out in the sand like a feast made just for her, she lets her gaze linger, admiring the cut of muscle beneath freckles of starlight and sun-warmed skin. She leans down to strike a kiss here and there as she goes, a lick, a nip, given in-between, hungry for him. Her journey ends at the V of his pelvis, marked with a final flourish of nail.
She drapes her arm across him, tucking herself in at his hip, her long hair wound in his hand like a tether that keeps him from drifting. Her hand cups him gently, fingers cradling as her tongue slides from base to tip, lingering at the crown with a devious smile. She presses the warmth of his need against the edge of her lips with quiet promise, savoring the twitch of expectation before she sinks the entirety of him into her mouth, slow and full, finding a rhythm against her tongue as she works to taste him.
Laid out in the sand like a feast made just for her, she lets her gaze linger, admiring the cut of muscle beneath freckles of starlight and sun-warmed skin. She leans down to strike a kiss here and there as she goes, a lick, a nip, given in-between, hungry for him. Her journey ends at the V of his pelvis, marked with a final flourish of nail.
She drapes her arm across him, tucking herself in at his hip, her long hair wound in his hand like a tether that keeps him from drifting. Her hand cups him gently, fingers cradling as her tongue slides from base to tip, lingering at the crown with a devious smile. She presses the warmth of his need against the edge of her lips with quiet promise, savoring the twitch of expectation before she sinks the entirety of him into her mouth, slow and full, finding a rhythm against her tongue as she works to taste him.
Baby, don't fall for me, I'll tell you right now
You're gonna hate me when we hit the ground
Think you're gonna fix me, think we're making progress
You'll be broken with me somewhere in the process
You're gonna hate me when we hit the ground
Think you're gonna fix me, think we're making progress
You'll be broken with me somewhere in the process
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
