RAZA
His hardness makes her smile against his lips as she pulls away for a hot second to spit into her palm - a lubricant that will do for now, though it isn’t long before he lifts her up onto the bar and she loses her grip on his cock. Raza chuckles and sighs in appreciation at the shift as he continues to tend to her, leaning back to allow easy access to whatever he wants. And then - she surges forward to tug on his shirt, eager for the warmth of his skin, the strength of his arms (gods, she’s always been a sucker for someone with great arms), the smell of salt and sea and wood that is Jack.
Lifting up at the hem of his shirt, Raza breaks contact - once that’s properly discarded she lifts her hips to slide her shorts off - naked and wet - a welcome, pulsing need starting to settle between her thighs.
Lifting up at the hem of his shirt, Raza breaks contact - once that’s properly discarded she lifts her hips to slide her shorts off - naked and wet - a welcome, pulsing need starting to settle between her thighs.
tonight the heartache's on me
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
