I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck
than any boy you'll ever meet,
The view from below is absolutely nothing to complain about either, and he burns with her, with the way the candlelight dips along her curves, silhouetting her figure as she rides him. He presses upward to her delight, his own head tilting back just enough to enjoy the pace and rhythm she licks. Ah, but he had mentioned he doesn’t follow the rules very well, and likewise he throws a wrench into the plans. He’s panting now, a sheen of sweat glimmering along his body, his temples as he rises to meet her briefly, giving her more marks, more badges, more pleasure, hips bucking into hers in inopportune times to keep her on her toes.
But his hand pulls her down, dragging him deep into her, and he can feel himself throbbing within her, a pressure building in fierce intensity that it takes him by surprise. A gasp leaves him, head tilting back as his fingers dig into her hips enough to leave bruises, as her static, electrified fingers find a place to mark, to shock. He can feel his muscles tensing, and he grips onto her tighter, refraining and biting his tongue from telling her ’all of it’. But his hips do instead, a silent plea among the raspy breaths that leave him, his anchored hand pulling against the cuffs in his own defiance.
He knows he’s finished when she does, and he only hopes that she follows quickly if not before.
But his hand pulls her down, dragging him deep into her, and he can feel himself throbbing within her, a pressure building in fierce intensity that it takes him by surprise. A gasp leaves him, head tilting back as his fingers dig into her hips enough to leave bruises, as her static, electrified fingers find a place to mark, to shock. He can feel his muscles tensing, and he grips onto her tighter, refraining and biting his tongue from telling her ’all of it’. But his hips do instead, a silent plea among the raspy breaths that leave him, his anchored hand pulling against the cuffs in his own defiance.
He knows he’s finished when she does, and he only hopes that she follows quickly if not before.
sweetie, you had me
SUNJATA
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
