we live in a world someone else imagined
Ronin moves willingly, coaxed with only the lightest of touches, his own hands slipping up her shirt and along her thigh to grasp her hip. She tastes like fresh air, like a plunge into a cool pool of water, and he hasn't realised how thirsty he is. Sera wastes no time either, apparently, unbuttoning his pants and reaching into them with a swift practicality that he can definitely appreciate.
Moaning into the kiss as she grasps his cock, his hips rock into the touch of their own accord. Already Ronin is trying to take off her pants as well, eager for the smell of sex, the taste of sweat, for something quick and primal that scratches an itch that just won't be ignored. He ducks back from their kiss to pull off his shirt in one fluid motion, clearly intending to make the most of the leverage provided by the door.
Moaning into the kiss as she grasps his cock, his hips rock into the touch of their own accord. Already Ronin is trying to take off her pants as well, eager for the smell of sex, the taste of sweat, for something quick and primal that scratches an itch that just won't be ignored. He ducks back from their kiss to pull off his shirt in one fluid motion, clearly intending to make the most of the leverage provided by the door.
the dark star
