Let's make tonight the weekend, I don't wanna wait
His gaze snaps back to her as those words dart through the lazy curl of the shower's fog. They catch on him easy, and though there's sparks already leaping off each pull of her lips, this one flares up bright and hot. He'd been trying to stamp out each emerging blaze, letting the heat build but not take, not until he's got her with him. The look she provides him though, it's one that sticks with him, even after that sly dip of her head back into her efforts. She doesn't have to tell him twice.
So now he watches her in full, copper simmering as though this is a forge instead of a shower. Each deep roll of her lips down his shaft, the unseen play of her tongue behind it that keeps him wound tight and twitching into the back of her throat. The delicious roll of her tits over his legs as she angles and moves, water slapping between them every so often. Then, the tantalizing arc of her around the seat of her hand, water streaming down thighs bowing to pleasure. He soaks it all in, his breath becoming shallower for the view, the pattern of it tangling around the sounds of his praise for her.
The grip he has in her hair tightens as his hips flinch with greater frequency, the force of what she's building up reaching a tipping point. "Flo—" His body tenses, a groan dragging out as pleasure crests like something too pure and whole as she sinks over him deep and steady. "I'm close," he pants, voice flicking back on like her touch is skipping over countless circuits. It's encouragement as much as warning.
So now he watches her in full, copper simmering as though this is a forge instead of a shower. Each deep roll of her lips down his shaft, the unseen play of her tongue behind it that keeps him wound tight and twitching into the back of her throat. The delicious roll of her tits over his legs as she angles and moves, water slapping between them every so often. Then, the tantalizing arc of her around the seat of her hand, water streaming down thighs bowing to pleasure. He soaks it all in, his breath becoming shallower for the view, the pattern of it tangling around the sounds of his praise for her.
The grip he has in her hair tightens as his hips flinch with greater frequency, the force of what she's building up reaching a tipping point. "Flo—" His body tenses, a groan dragging out as pleasure crests like something too pure and whole as she sinks over him deep and steady. "I'm close," he pants, voice flicking back on like her touch is skipping over countless circuits. It's encouragement as much as warning.
Kaisel
Got no reason not to celebrate
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
