EVEREST
Whatever the Caido equivalent of Playboy or Penthouse was, and had Everest been the sort of boy (or man) to have flicked through its sticky pages, he'd have likely appreciated Isla's pose all the more for just how easily she rivaled the "pros". Despite this, he still couldn't help the way his mouth fell open at the same moment his cock gave another impatient twitch.
Another thing learned thanks to Isla, Ever was an ass-man more than a boob man, if such a dichotomy needed to be made. Who knew.
"Nn—" Shuffling closer, his body fully numbed by the overwhelming sight of her, the aviator reached out with a tentative hand—his fingertips following the shape of her ass in a gesture that was more reverant than it was arousing—before sliding beneath her thighs and feeling for the lines of heat and slickness his tongue had just writ. As his fingertip stroked into her, his tongue curled against his lips, tasting the echoes of her there before his blue stare steadied and he met her own eyes.
"—gods I want you—"
Hopefully, Isla would have the foresight to tell him how hard was hard, as the aviator had no earthly idea. Wanting to feel her beneath him, Everest blanketed Isla's body with his own rather than tugging her onto her knees, and when he entered her this time, it was with a harsh moan snarled against her shoulder and punctuated with teeth.
Another thing learned thanks to Isla, Ever was an ass-man more than a boob man, if such a dichotomy needed to be made. Who knew.
"Nn—" Shuffling closer, his body fully numbed by the overwhelming sight of her, the aviator reached out with a tentative hand—his fingertips following the shape of her ass in a gesture that was more reverant than it was arousing—before sliding beneath her thighs and feeling for the lines of heat and slickness his tongue had just writ. As his fingertip stroked into her, his tongue curled against his lips, tasting the echoes of her there before his blue stare steadied and he met her own eyes.
"—gods I want you—"
Hopefully, Isla would have the foresight to tell him how hard was hard, as the aviator had no earthly idea. Wanting to feel her beneath him, Everest blanketed Isla's body with his own rather than tugging her onto her knees, and when he entered her this time, it was with a harsh moan snarled against her shoulder and punctuated with teeth.
the boards will still creak
the leaves will still die
the leaves will still die
