Phoebe
Phoebe couldn't help the grin that spread across her face as he eagerly accepted her consent, sprinkling kisses down her jaw and neck. It had been a painfully long time since she had been with anyone (as lovely as Frey's dildo was, she really did miss having a partner), and she was glad to not have to ask twice. Perhaps he was much more interested than Mr. Coy liked to let on.
Her hands left his waist only briefly to shimmy their way out of the arms of her dress as Harper pushed it further down. Though he searched for anything that had changed in her form, he would find much was the same as he remembered - delicate curves and soft skin made porcelain from her time hidden away from the sun. That which Frey had altered could not be so easily seen as of yet. Instead he would feel it in her movements. As she resumed her own exploration by working to unfasten his pants, Phoebe braced herself for leverage against his legs, not realizing herself how her own strength had nearly tripled since they had been together last.
The Nightingale was stopped in her tracks though as his teeth grazed over her skin, teasing her back into a slight arch. A soft moan briefly parted her lips, encouraging his ministrations. Delicate fingers tugged on his pant legs, much as he had tugged at her dress, to allow her hands to just reach his member. Though she could have grasped him fully had she twisted her wrist just so. But instead she trailed her fingers lightly along his length in a teasing manner, briefly meandering away to run her nails gently over the skin of his hips before returning once more.
Her hands left his waist only briefly to shimmy their way out of the arms of her dress as Harper pushed it further down. Though he searched for anything that had changed in her form, he would find much was the same as he remembered - delicate curves and soft skin made porcelain from her time hidden away from the sun. That which Frey had altered could not be so easily seen as of yet. Instead he would feel it in her movements. As she resumed her own exploration by working to unfasten his pants, Phoebe braced herself for leverage against his legs, not realizing herself how her own strength had nearly tripled since they had been together last.
The Nightingale was stopped in her tracks though as his teeth grazed over her skin, teasing her back into a slight arch. A soft moan briefly parted her lips, encouraging his ministrations. Delicate fingers tugged on his pant legs, much as he had tugged at her dress, to allow her hands to just reach his member. Though she could have grasped him fully had she twisted her wrist just so. But instead she trailed her fingers lightly along his length in a teasing manner, briefly meandering away to run her nails gently over the skin of his hips before returning once more.
i'll make it feel like a vacay
turn the bed into the ocean
turn the bed into the ocean
