Aurelia
I want to know where I can go
when you're not around
when you're not around
In her haze it's hard for her to consider the position he needs in order to more easily reach for her, not that she's sorry. The sound of approval that leaves his mouth is exactly what she's looking for, his own pleasure feeding into hers. Her hand is soft against his hardness as she attempts to coax more sounds from him, to pay special attention to the sweet spot along the tip of his cock.
Once he does find that perfect angle for her, it's enough to build such tantalizing tension that her body palpably reacts. It starts low and spreads with each lick of his fingers; her hips inadvertently shifting to let him further his reach, her back pressing harder against the door, heavier breaths expanding her ribs, the muscles along her thighs tightening and relaxing as she makes a conscious effort to give into his touch.
He wouldn't stop there, though. She has to pull her hand away when his thumb grazes her breast and he leaves his mark on her neck.
Using both her hands and her legs, she pulls him in against her so that there's no space at all, wanting to feel his friction on a much more personal level - even if there's still a few layers between them. She presses wet, desperate lips along the base of his neck that reach down for his collarbone, leaving little bruises of her own.
Once he does find that perfect angle for her, it's enough to build such tantalizing tension that her body palpably reacts. It starts low and spreads with each lick of his fingers; her hips inadvertently shifting to let him further his reach, her back pressing harder against the door, heavier breaths expanding her ribs, the muscles along her thighs tightening and relaxing as she makes a conscious effort to give into his touch.
He wouldn't stop there, though. She has to pull her hand away when his thumb grazes her breast and he leaves his mark on her neck.
Using both her hands and her legs, she pulls him in against her so that there's no space at all, wanting to feel his friction on a much more personal level - even if there's still a few layers between them. She presses wet, desperate lips along the base of his neck that reach down for his collarbone, leaving little bruises of her own.
and I'm feeling down
so won't you stay for a moment
so won't you stay for a moment
code credits go to Skylark!<3
