She shatters against him and he can’t help but to smile at the feeling and the sensation, his lips trailing her collarbones, up her neck, to her jaw bone and ear, as he feels the pressure within him reach the height. He removes himself from her a few moments before getting there himself, and he presses his lips against hers through pleased pants, letting the water wash away the sweat that had begun to build on his shoulders.
But his arms still hold onto her gently as he moves away from the wall, letting her touch herself down gingerly, his strong arms braced about her in case she needs the support. “[say]How was that, mooi meisie?[/say]” He hums to her breathlessly with a smirk, reaching up to run a hand through the soap still in her hair.
But his arms still hold onto her gently as he moves away from the wall, letting her touch herself down gingerly, his strong arms braced about her in case she needs the support. “[say]How was that, mooi meisie?[/say]” He hums to her breathlessly with a smirk, reaching up to run a hand through the soap still in her hair.
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
