that doesn’t mean what you think it means

"Hnnngfuck-" you groan against her skin, arcing into her hand as she squeezes your dick and knowing it's going to take all your self control to keep from shedding your own trousers and pressing into her then and there. Thankfully she's helpful once again, lifting her hips and allowing you to hurriedly pull down her pants. The sight revealed is dark curls and smooth skin and the heady smell of sex, and you follow it much like a wolfhound, right down to its source.

Falling to your knees you grab one of her legs to hike over your shoulder, giving you access to her core. With the other hand you cup her inner thigh. Turning your face up to her you flick your thumb over her clit-

-and then your forefinger slips inside her, and your mouth replaces your thumb, and you set to work. You're an attentive motherfucker literally right now lolol, keeping track of her reactions to your ministration, trying to find the strokes and touches that make her arc and moan. You want her to be fucking screaming and you really don't care who hears it. All you care about is you and her and just how hard you can make her cum.

Zephyr

you can be the ripest, juciest peach in the world
and there's still going to be someone who hates peaches