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"Well..this isn't a parlour. More of a living room trick, I guess." Flora sings, sounding appropriately smug about having knocked Jack to his knees, and oh. Oh. Looking down at him Flora finds that her mouth has gone quite dry (unlike other areas), and though she's able to keep her lips from opening and closing like a fish, her heart thunders away without restraint.
Gods this was just how she'd pictured it: besting Jack, winning his approval, his calloused hands moving steadily up her thighs, his lips inches away from places having never been touched by another, the blue of his eyes forever mixed with the explosive climax of an orgasm—
—wait.
In her mind she'd bested Jack, yes. But had she won his approval?
Twirling one of her feathers around her finger before lowering it such that if Jack really had been planning on proceeding with this maidan voyage he'd impale himself, Flora tilts her head to the side. "Seems to me you're all talk when it comes to being hard to handle, Jack, even if you are quick on your toes."
Gods this was just how she'd pictured it: besting Jack, winning his approval, his calloused hands moving steadily up her thighs, his lips inches away from places having never been touched by another, the blue of his eyes forever mixed with the explosive climax of an orgasm—
—wait.
In her mind she'd bested Jack, yes. But had she won his approval?
Twirling one of her feathers around her finger before lowering it such that if Jack really had been planning on proceeding with this maidan voyage he'd impale himself, Flora tilts her head to the side. "Seems to me you're all talk when it comes to being hard to handle, Jack, even if you are quick on your toes."
