ISLA
"Better at handling wood than you recall? Excuse me?" Isla - on purpose - completely freezes in her application of the oil, turning fully to face Remi and folding her arms across her chest. "And what is that supposed to mean, Remi Taliesin? Bearing in mind that I need zero motivation to pull your pants down and walk away, leaving you holding this boat with your dick out." She waits expectantly, eyebrows raised high enough to disappear into the shade cast by her sunhat, her foot tapping in the shallow water.
Depending on his response, it might be the case that Ronin is able to give his husband a massage for a much different reason - and in a much different place, too. Still, whilst she's entirely (mostly) playful about it, Isla clearly has no qualms about leaving the Bastion holding the boat until his shoulders and arms are screaming about it.
Depending on his response, it might be the case that Ronin is able to give his husband a massage for a much different reason - and in a much different place, too. Still, whilst she's entirely (mostly) playful about it, Isla clearly has no qualms about leaving the Bastion holding the boat until his shoulders and arms are screaming about it.
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
