RONIN
Please what, indeed. Please let me fuck you? Please stop teasing me? Please tease me more? Ronin didn't know, and even before he could respond Safrin had arched luxuriously up and the Dark Star moaned into the soft flesh suddenly thrust into his mouth. Yes, it seemed to say, yes, you're fucking right I would have you. Both hands explored the curve of her hips and her waist now, while his tongue flickered across her nipple, circling and sucking and grazing it with his teeth.
All the while, he knew just how wet he had made her by the way her hips rolled over him, his cock sliding against her, grinding against her core but not quite getting there. His hips thrust up, practically of their own accord, and his fingers flexed against her as if intent to guide her down on top of him. Raw and primal, there was very little charm left in him, Ronin reduced to lust and love for his goddess in this most exquisite of tortures.
All the while, he knew just how wet he had made her by the way her hips rolled over him, his cock sliding against her, grinding against her core but not quite getting there. His hips thrust up, practically of their own accord, and his fingers flexed against her as if intent to guide her down on top of him. Raw and primal, there was very little charm left in him, Ronin reduced to lust and love for his goddess in this most exquisite of tortures.
what?
