Used to keep it cool, used to be a fool
She starts like the plot to a bad movie, simply titled, the LongNight Meets the Long Knight or something equally terrible and ridiculous. Yet, she never laughs, close as he is to it as he listens, on the edge of anticipation in more ways than one now. "What," he breathes, shaking his head like that might help him get a wrap around this sudden concern of hers. "Wouldn't LongNight be the least likely time anyone could see anyone else?" Certainly sticking to the party shore makes it more difficult to hide, but if they just weren't near a torch, they'd be practically invisible. Anyone else lurking would be a dead giveaway if they had a torch. Or maybe she meant people crawl around in the dark, ears cocked for the sounds of breathy moans like a bloodhound on the scent.
Everything about her seems serious though, and he hasn't been here for their style of LongNight before, so maybe he'd soon find out. While she's worried about eyes though, he's still beefing with the sand that awaits them. Regardless, the potential of having her outweighs whatever dangers lurk on the beach. "Maybe they'd be kind enough to hold a light steady for us then," he muses, more than willing to put this faceless stranger to work. "So when you cum," he hums into the corner of her lips as she hovers near him. "I can watch every moment of it." He tilts into her mouth fully, the one part of her he can claim fully for now. He does so with all the intensity of what he wishes he could do to other parts of her, spurred deeper as her breasts graze him like a reminder of what more he could be having.
The other talk, of wasting him out here, earns her a reproachful scowl. "Absolutely not. I'd rather drown than not have all of you." To punctuate the point, he lets go of his grip on the raft, sagging into the grip of her thighs, mouth slipping into blue with only his nose bobbing above water.
Everything about her seems serious though, and he hasn't been here for their style of LongNight before, so maybe he'd soon find out. While she's worried about eyes though, he's still beefing with the sand that awaits them. Regardless, the potential of having her outweighs whatever dangers lurk on the beach. "Maybe they'd be kind enough to hold a light steady for us then," he muses, more than willing to put this faceless stranger to work. "So when you cum," he hums into the corner of her lips as she hovers near him. "I can watch every moment of it." He tilts into her mouth fully, the one part of her he can claim fully for now. He does so with all the intensity of what he wishes he could do to other parts of her, spurred deeper as her breasts graze him like a reminder of what more he could be having.
The other talk, of wasting him out here, earns her a reproachful scowl. "Absolutely not. I'd rather drown than not have all of you." To punctuate the point, he lets go of his grip on the raft, sagging into the grip of her thighs, mouth slipping into blue with only his nose bobbing above water.
Kaisel
All about the bounce in my step
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
