I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck
than any boy you'll ever meet,
Oh and mark and bruise he does, with hungry bites as though he’s been starved, rocking with the pace she picks. His muscles tense further, breath coming hot and faster, growls and groans of approval of what she’s done, what she’s got from him. A temptress with experience to back up her words, and internally he hopes that he’s backed up his own. Still, he leans back slightly as she removes her hand from his chest to help herself get as close as he is, because one more shock from those fingertips and he’s gone.
She begins to move faster and he follows suit, tensing and feeling that sinful burning low within his stomach, his head tilts back further as her hand trails up, light shocks meeting his torso that antagonize him more and more. And gods is he happy that she finishes when she does. She clenches on him hard, and his cuffed hand pulls against the restraint with his own primal response to her. His own body arches slightly, pushing his hips up into her as he breaks with her, cumming hard and fast with his own ragged cry of a moan. His hips rock a bit slower with her in the quakes after, body trembling, stars behind his eyes.
But despite their size difference, the exhaustion that weighs on him having met his endurance match, the restraint to the bed, he’s helpless until she moves first. But even still, his hand travels up her body, up her side to rub his thumb along her cheek, a crooked rogue smile crossing his face beneath the panting. “A little help, liefling?”
She begins to move faster and he follows suit, tensing and feeling that sinful burning low within his stomach, his head tilts back further as her hand trails up, light shocks meeting his torso that antagonize him more and more. And gods is he happy that she finishes when she does. She clenches on him hard, and his cuffed hand pulls against the restraint with his own primal response to her. His own body arches slightly, pushing his hips up into her as he breaks with her, cumming hard and fast with his own ragged cry of a moan. His hips rock a bit slower with her in the quakes after, body trembling, stars behind his eyes.
But despite their size difference, the exhaustion that weighs on him having met his endurance match, the restraint to the bed, he’s helpless until she moves first. But even still, his hand travels up her body, up her side to rub his thumb along her cheek, a crooked rogue smile crossing his face beneath the panting. “A little help, liefling?”
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.
