resistance... because if we fight, we might lose
but if we don't fight
They watch me - I can feel their eyes, sending a shiver down my spine. It's obvious with men when they like what they see. Letting my gaze rake down Loren's figure, I grin wolfishly before settling back into his lap, a strangled gasp of surprise and pleasure exhaled against Sunjata's lips. He does have a fight in him, the glacial summoner. Good- everyone should let loose once in a while.
He pulls me back against his cock and I grind along obligingly, not even trying to be subtle in my pleasure, a low groan ringing from my throat. I buck against him as Sunjata bites my lip, overwhelmed by the stimulus coming to me from both sides, especially after so much time with limited, fleeting contact. And death. Don't forget the death.
Though if this isn't living, I don't know what is.
Sunny has my mouth and tits and clit, playing all the notes he knows I love best, and I feel like I ought to give at least a little back. With one hand I leverage myself against the back of his chair; with the other I reach down to grab his cock, beginning to stroke in long, slow strokes, tantalizing and teasing just the way he likes.
At the same time I place my toes on the floor, rising up just enough that Loren can feel how wet I am, though not enough to actually let him in. He can tell me when he wants that, if he wants it enough.
He pulls me back against his cock and I grind along obligingly, not even trying to be subtle in my pleasure, a low groan ringing from my throat. I buck against him as Sunjata bites my lip, overwhelmed by the stimulus coming to me from both sides, especially after so much time with limited, fleeting contact. And death. Don't forget the death.
Though if this isn't living, I don't know what is.
Sunny has my mouth and tits and clit, playing all the notes he knows I love best, and I feel like I ought to give at least a little back. With one hand I leverage myself against the back of his chair; with the other I reach down to grab his cock, beginning to stroke in long, slow strokes, tantalizing and teasing just the way he likes.
At the same time I place my toes on the floor, rising up just enough that Loren can feel how wet I am, though not enough to actually let him in. He can tell me when he wants that, if he wants it enough.
we've already lost
LUSEA
