ZEPH
you have a happy personality with a heavy soul
Words fall away to rhythm and movement, gasps and moans and growls and mewls. It's a dance, and you've always been good at dancing, your body moving in time with hers, separating and then coming back together, the cycle perfectly tantalizing. You can feel her hand clutching onto your back while the other grips your hair, the wanton gesture driving you crazy, closer and closer to the edge.
You might have responded to her declaration that she is gonna cum with more verbal enthusiasm, but she's pulled your lips against hers in a fiery kiss you will not - and cannot - deny. The pace of your hips increases in response, any semblance of self-control totally abandoned by now. You don't give a shit about the ghosts in your attic or the idiots on the boat or whoever can hear you. All the fucks you have to give belong to the woman tangled in your arms. The heat in your belly is an undeniable thing, and with one last string of 'Vai'-laced curses you bury yourself into her and cum.
You might have responded to her declaration that she is gonna cum with more verbal enthusiasm, but she's pulled your lips against hers in a fiery kiss you will not - and cannot - deny. The pace of your hips increases in response, any semblance of self-control totally abandoned by now. You don't give a shit about the ghosts in your attic or the idiots on the boat or whoever can hear you. All the fucks you have to give belong to the woman tangled in your arms. The heat in your belly is an undeniable thing, and with one last string of 'Vai'-laced curses you bury yourself into her and cum.
sometimes, it gets weird
