The warm scent of sex heralds Frey's arrival as the torches that Loren has lit burn more darkling, throwing more heat and less light as if inviting the shadows to race forward like discarded silk. "Wondering? How dull." Their voice is so honeyed it makes the offering that Loren has brought look like molasses in comparison. Naked as always, they appear on their side, the mouth-watering lines and bulges of their body on full display. Reaching for the honey, they stick their finger inside, swirling it around with a suggestive slowness as they meet Loren's gaze.
"Shit or get off the pot, kitten. I care very little for your wonderings." So saying they raise the honey to their lips, tilting their head back that it might drizzle onto their tongue.
"Shit or get off the pot, kitten. I care very little for your wonderings." So saying they raise the honey to their lips, tilting their head back that it might drizzle onto their tongue.
