She's a wild thing, this woodland woman, wickedly wanton and wonderfully willing. You arc against her grinding, rubbing both your braincells together with the utmost force in order to focus on playing the notes of her body and not the desperation with which you want to be inside her again, now.
Which- why are you resisting, Zephyr? Why not give the people what they want?
"Fucking fuck me, Vai." You arc your hips up and take her in your hands, stopping the delicious pressure of her grinding only to allow yourself to slip inside. With a moan of pleasure you return to your ministrations, but now you're half-sitting, your right hand gripping the back of her neck for leverage as you claim her mouth in seething passion, devouring every drop of her you can have. The good thing about this being the second go-round is that you're bound to last a bit longer- a welcome bonus, because Safrin's tits you don't want it to end.
Zephyr
you can be the ripest, juciest peach in the world
and there's still going to be someone who hates peaches
and there's still going to be someone who hates peaches
