resistance... because if we fight, we might lose
but if we don't fight
There's a fire in my loins like a Korofi blaze, hot and heavy as I glance back at Sunjata, making sure he really wants to do this. Then a shiver courses down my spine because yeah, he definitely does, and at the end of the day no matter what happens, I'm doing this for him. Oh, for me too, absolutely- but it's the burning lust in his iron eyes that drives me further forward, steel to my flint as I grasp his hair tightly, a wicked grin spread wide on my face. "I think you're right," comes a smoky growl, and then Loren's lips press into mine.
He's so soft, so careful, and that will not do. The arm around Loren's shoulders tightens as my hand clenches against the back of his neck, gentle but forceful, the things I want clearly evident in the action. At the same time I press my mouth against him, hungry, greedy, devouring deep, my hips rocking in a steady pulse of desire as I show the summoner just how much trouble we rebel women can be. Teeth on his lip in a playful bite, soft gasps brazenly punctuating the act. I want Sunjata to hear it all, and I want to have them both.
When Sunny's hand tugs at my hair I pull away obligingly, a soft growl leaving my throat to show how much I like it. Sunny's kneeling behind the summoner now, the man's shirt all but gone, so I press against Loren's bare chest with my own still clothed torso, reaching around to tug at Sunjata's garments and perhaps steal a fiery kiss. "My vloed," I hiss in an accented voice, the words as jagged and beautiful as stone, exhaled against Loren's ear as my teeth pull at the lobe. "Wat wil u hê dat ek hom aan hom moet doen?" Hopefully something rough.
wat wil u hê dat ek hom aan hom moet doen? - what would you like to see me to to him?
He's so soft, so careful, and that will not do. The arm around Loren's shoulders tightens as my hand clenches against the back of his neck, gentle but forceful, the things I want clearly evident in the action. At the same time I press my mouth against him, hungry, greedy, devouring deep, my hips rocking in a steady pulse of desire as I show the summoner just how much trouble we rebel women can be. Teeth on his lip in a playful bite, soft gasps brazenly punctuating the act. I want Sunjata to hear it all, and I want to have them both.
When Sunny's hand tugs at my hair I pull away obligingly, a soft growl leaving my throat to show how much I like it. Sunny's kneeling behind the summoner now, the man's shirt all but gone, so I press against Loren's bare chest with my own still clothed torso, reaching around to tug at Sunjata's garments and perhaps steal a fiery kiss. "My vloed," I hiss in an accented voice, the words as jagged and beautiful as stone, exhaled against Loren's ear as my teeth pull at the lobe. "Wat wil u hê dat ek hom aan hom moet doen?" Hopefully something rough.
wat wil u hê dat ek hom aan hom moet doen? - what would you like to see me to to him?
we've already lost
LUSEA
