LILY
oh, cover your crystal eyes
and let your colors bleed and blend with mine
and let your colors bleed and blend with mine
Writhing, indeed.
Between the magic and
Lily gasps. Her back arches as she tries to push up and into her ravisher’s mouth, into the source of the toe-curling sensation. Her hand tightens around his hard length and oh god, she could swear, could swear, could swear she’s going to cum. Held precipitously on the edge of what seems like utter ecstasy, she manages to whimper-moan “Please…”
Either send her soaring or bring her back down, so they can do it again.