RAZA
This has always been good between them and Raza has never thought to question why. She doesn’t care when she’s in the moment, when he lingers on her tits and she arches in response to his tongue, heat travelin’ down, down, down to a cunt that says yes, finally. Her hands still seem to be on autopilot, pullin' the leather strap out of its loops - the final barrier just a button away. After a bit of a fumble, it slides out of its hole (ha) and she reaches her hand into his pants, searching for her prize.
And as her hand slips in, she starts to rock her hips, searching for friction against her own constraints. Something needs to be against her clit - anything, really - clothing, fingers, a thigh. Comin' back up to him, her mouth trails up his collarbone to his neck and jawline, leavin' little nips and mewls of desire in its wake.
And as her hand slips in, she starts to rock her hips, searching for friction against her own constraints. Something needs to be against her clit - anything, really - clothing, fingers, a thigh. Comin' back up to him, her mouth trails up his collarbone to his neck and jawline, leavin' little nips and mewls of desire in its wake.
tonight the heartache's on me
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
