there's no innuendos,
it's exactly what you think
it's exactly what you think
Indeed Frey lets Hotaru pivot, the hands and teeth and desperate fingers of unseen spirits moving easily around her to continue their heated wanderings. Grinning, Frey coils strong fingers through the artisan's hair, clutching at the near-golden strands and drawing her against their smooth but firm torso. There is a whiff of masculine energy in the strength of the deity's movements, but feminine elegance as well; Hotaru having brought out a perfect balance of all the lusty herald has to offer.
As the snap of leather strikes flesh, Frey leans forward, their lips nearly against hers, as the ricochet of pain and pleasure warbles through them both. 'Again.' They whisper, before their lips enfold hers and teeth press against the crescent-curve of her ass and press down with needle-like precision.
Around Hotaru's neck, if she's paying attention to things of that sort, she'll feel a delicious tug. A weight that lingers between her breasts..
As the snap of leather strikes flesh, Frey leans forward, their lips nearly against hers, as the ricochet of pain and pleasure warbles through them both. 'Again.' They whisper, before their lips enfold hers and teeth press against the crescent-curve of her ass and press down with needle-like precision.
Around Hotaru's neck, if she's paying attention to things of that sort, she'll feel a delicious tug. A weight that lingers between her breasts..
