first off, you should know, that my light's on but i ain't home
That bowstring within him tightens so close, that when she pulls away to answer him he can’t help but to growl his frustration, focused on the fact that she’s toying with him at this point. Her wicked lips and tongue toying and playing with him in all the ways he both loves and hates. His fingers tighten along her shoulder, slipping into her hair, tugging slightly when she finally gives into him, promises exactly what she had before, he finds himself shivering and shuddering beneath her.
A hum and a shudder leave him when her lips leave a matching mark on his inner thigh, right beside the scar of a gunshot wound from Korofi, though he pays that little mind. Because then she’s welcoming him into the warm heat of her mouth, taking all of his cock in an easy swallow and he shudders. ”Fuck—” His breath hitches, his hips shifting a bit beneath the confines of her hands to help her along despite the fact she can do it beautifully on her own. He chases that tipping point. Chases it.
Growls and groans color the air, sure she can tell how tense he becomes as it arrives, though he does let her know with the clench of his hand at her shoulder and tug of her hair, and when that taut tether snaps, it snaps. He shudders again, cock trembling as he tips over that edge hard as he spills into her mouth exactly as she had promised him. His chest heaves, limbs numbing, mind blanking, trying his best to suck down breaths.
A hum and a shudder leave him when her lips leave a matching mark on his inner thigh, right beside the scar of a gunshot wound from Korofi, though he pays that little mind. Because then she’s welcoming him into the warm heat of her mouth, taking all of his cock in an easy swallow and he shudders. ”Fuck—” His breath hitches, his hips shifting a bit beneath the confines of her hands to help her along despite the fact she can do it beautifully on her own. He chases that tipping point. Chases it.
Growls and groans color the air, sure she can tell how tense he becomes as it arrives, though he does let her know with the clench of his hand at her shoulder and tug of her hair, and when that taut tether snaps, it snaps. He shudders again, cock trembling as he tips over that edge hard as he spills into her mouth exactly as she had promised him. His chest heaves, limbs numbing, mind blanking, trying his best to suck down breaths.
up high, but i stay low
SuNJATA
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
