COLT
You put the cool in the breeze
You put the weak here in my knees
You put me right where I'm supposed to be
In your blue-eyed sea, and I wanna sail away
You put the weak here in my knees
You put me right where I'm supposed to be
In your blue-eyed sea, and I wanna sail away
Her gaze flicks up briefly as he wrests her head back, and for a moment all she sees is the crown of stars around his head, sparkling through the opening in the ceiling. It's lost to a vision of heat and her own lashes as he descends upon her, claiming her breath like all the rest of her that's got his name written on it still isn't enough. She returns fire for as long as she can manage, but every wicked addition he adds to his rhythm pulls her deeper into oblivion, his mouth the least of her worries now.
Her hands claw at his back, his shoulders, anywhere she can anchor herself against the storm of him. Every thrust is a starburst of pleasure that rings through her entire body. Her toes curl with the effort to hang on for more, riding the edge of near madness until she'll inevitably tumble off, nearly unable to stay with him as he guides her leg up higher, altering his pitch.
The feel of his shadows slinking in against her breasts, dropping lower still, earns a whimper of defeat. The way they cradle, tease, press, they unravel her too perfectly in tandem with his hips. The pressure against her clit is cruel in its perfection, synced so precisely she can’t tell where the magic ends and his cock begins. Every nerve in her body is alive in a chorus of electricity, body tightening against the sparks he creates. She's pinned in every way—by his grip, his weight, his voice, the pulse of shadows curling into every tender, trembling edge of her.
She’s already gone, but the rough sound of his unraveling, the stark need he has that she can grant, will always be her weakness. This orgasm tears through her like it means for her to never recover, every muscle straining against the swell of pressure and it's final, rippling relief. A tremble runs through her full body, back arching hard as she gasps up into him, hair taut in his hands. Her hands spasm against his shoulders, digging in as she shatters on the sharp edge of his demand. Her lips slide against his arm, lingering there for a beat before spilling back into the quilts, unable to manage anything but a wrecked moan, helpless and lost to him entirely.
Her hands claw at his back, his shoulders, anywhere she can anchor herself against the storm of him. Every thrust is a starburst of pleasure that rings through her entire body. Her toes curl with the effort to hang on for more, riding the edge of near madness until she'll inevitably tumble off, nearly unable to stay with him as he guides her leg up higher, altering his pitch.
The feel of his shadows slinking in against her breasts, dropping lower still, earns a whimper of defeat. The way they cradle, tease, press, they unravel her too perfectly in tandem with his hips. The pressure against her clit is cruel in its perfection, synced so precisely she can’t tell where the magic ends and his cock begins. Every nerve in her body is alive in a chorus of electricity, body tightening against the sparks he creates. She's pinned in every way—by his grip, his weight, his voice, the pulse of shadows curling into every tender, trembling edge of her.
She’s already gone, but the rough sound of his unraveling, the stark need he has that she can grant, will always be her weakness. This orgasm tears through her like it means for her to never recover, every muscle straining against the swell of pressure and it's final, rippling relief. A tremble runs through her full body, back arching hard as she gasps up into him, hair taut in his hands. Her hands spasm against his shoulders, digging in as she shatters on the sharp edge of his demand. Her lips slide against his arm, lingering there for a beat before spilling back into the quilts, unable to manage anything but a wrecked moan, helpless and lost to him entirely.
You knock me out kiss by kiss
I need you baby, sip by sip
Sit back and let me drink you in
I'm fallin' for you, over and over and over again
I need you baby, sip by sip
Sit back and let me drink you in
I'm fallin' for you, over and over and over again
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.
