She's putty in his arms (this time), her head tilting back against the wall as he marks her neck, as her hand is pinned. Her free arm curls around his shoulders, bracing there with fingers buried in the back of his hair; he'll find her hot and wet and ready for him, and her moan tapers off into a stuttered gasp as he finally buries himself inside her. "Gods, Cal--" she hisses, her legs locking around his waist as if to anchor him closer. It's entirely too much, the way he fills her completely, and her hips roll forward as if to encourage him. Isla the flesh is weak |
the pause between breathing
Varus |
the Remedy
Medic ✓
Age: 32 | Height: 5'7 | Race: Ancient | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 4 - Strg: 26 - Dext: 26 - Endr: 28 - Luck: 26 - Int:
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