we live in a world someone else imagined
Sometimes these itches just need scratching, and damn if Seraphina isn't turning into an excellent partner for it. Ronin's breath hitches as she arcs against him, meeting every one of his thrusts to ensure that he can go as deep as possible. This isn't sex - it's just fucking, and he's here for it. Anyone passing outside the storage room will almost definitely hear whatever stress the door is under, and y'know what? Ronin doesn't give a fuck.
Leaning in to press his lips against her neck, the Star leaves a bruising kiss as a feeling like fire races up the backs of his legs, as pressure builds at the base of his spine. His hands are a little full (and he squeezes her ass appreciatively, on that note), so he leaves it up to Sera to tend to her clit, if that's what she needs. In the meantime Ronin's thrusts grow harder still and more urgent, and they'll both know why.
Leaning in to press his lips against her neck, the Star leaves a bruising kiss as a feeling like fire races up the backs of his legs, as pressure builds at the base of his spine. His hands are a little full (and he squeezes her ass appreciatively, on that note), so he leaves it up to Sera to tend to her clit, if that's what she needs. In the meantime Ronin's thrusts grow harder still and more urgent, and they'll both know why.
the dark star
