Seraphina
the artificer
it's cold, it's dark, it's deep and it's wet
and you ain't gonna make it if you don't let someone in
and you ain't gonna make it if you don't let someone in
Oh she asks what he’s waiting for, and she is rewarded. An answer is grumbled, groaned words against her skin that has her pressing against him wherever she can reach. And when his hand finds her thigh, there’s a huff of relief into the mix as she knows what’s coming next. He has her lips, however, but that doesn’t stop the sound that leaves her as he fills her, her hands abandoning his hips to run up his chest, to wrap them around his neck when she’s rocked against the wall.
He doesn’t have to ask twice for her to lift her other leg, to wrap them around him, her back arching with every thrust, breaking the kiss to catch her breath, to moan against his skin, pressing her hips back against his to drive him deeper, burning and very nearly whimpering words against his skin.
He doesn’t have to ask twice for her to lift her other leg, to wrap them around him, her back arching with every thrust, breaking the kiss to catch her breath, to moan against his skin, pressing her hips back against his to drive him deeper, burning and very nearly whimpering words against his skin.
darlin', darlin', why don't you sleep at night?
the colder the heart, the warmer the gun
the colder the heart, the warmer the gun
