we live in a world someone else imagined
Whatever Ronin is about to say is lost in the kiss she steals from his lips, morphing it into a moan at the feel of her around him, tightening and arching and making it all but impossible to hold on or to retain any kind of coherent thought. Sweat is beading down his back and his lungs are burning, but it's nothing to the feeling of his impending release. And when he does cum (and Sera won't have to wait much longer for that), it's as hard and wild as the rest of this encounter, the door groaning under the stress.
Panting hard, his breath hot and fast as it ghosts against the side of her neck, the Star can't help the throaty chuckle that bubbles up in his throat. He makes no attempt to move away from her just yet, mainly because he's not sure his legs will hold his weight at this moment in time. "I don't know about you, but I fucking needed that," he rumbles.
Panting hard, his breath hot and fast as it ghosts against the side of her neck, the Star can't help the throaty chuckle that bubbles up in his throat. He makes no attempt to move away from her just yet, mainly because he's not sure his legs will hold his weight at this moment in time. "I don't know about you, but I fucking needed that," he rumbles.
the dark star
