I'll let the flames take me high, burn down the whole damn sky
The answer comes immediately, exactly what she asked for. It pulls a broken sound from her, breath rammed away by the collision of him against her, and she yields instead into a groan of encouragement. The rhythm is rough and relentless, shooting heat through her in waves that build too fast to think around. Her breath fractures against his jaw, praises and his name tangling together in the same ragged cadence.
Her back arches harder into his hold, body tightening around him as the tension coils higher and higher, every nerve drawn tight as wire, pleasure stacking gloriously. She barely manages a warning. ”That’s it,” she gasps, ”don’t stop.” Her breath rasps out in a strained pant, as if the very act of inhaling would remove that perfect edge he’s put her on, each shudder of their bodies pressing perfectly where she needs.
One hand sinks down, braving the storm between them. Her fingers roll against her clit, the last push she needs before the pressure finally snaps. The release blows through her like a lightning strike, every sense fizzing out into white heat. Her fingers clutch hard in his hair as the shudder tears through her, hips pressing helplessly against him as the wave rolls over and through her. A broken sound spills from her throat, head tipping back as the sensation steals whatever air she had left.
Her back arches harder into his hold, body tightening around him as the tension coils higher and higher, every nerve drawn tight as wire, pleasure stacking gloriously. She barely manages a warning. ”That’s it,” she gasps, ”don’t stop.” Her breath rasps out in a strained pant, as if the very act of inhaling would remove that perfect edge he’s put her on, each shudder of their bodies pressing perfectly where she needs.
One hand sinks down, braving the storm between them. Her fingers roll against her clit, the last push she needs before the pressure finally snaps. The release blows through her like a lightning strike, every sense fizzing out into white heat. Her fingers clutch hard in his hair as the shudder tears through her, hips pressing helplessly against him as the wave rolls over and through her. A broken sound spills from her throat, head tipping back as the sensation steals whatever air she had left.
Colt
I spent the night on the ceiling, drank the whole weight of my weakness
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.
