Maeve
A flush slowly spreads across her cheeks and down her neck, standing out prettily against her pale skin and she lets out a gasp at the sight of his wings, putting on a little bit of a show for him. It's something that doesn't surprise her anymore, but she does love them and he likes the attention. Even if he won't admit it. That slit gaze finds her, a fire burning behind them and she smirks as that particular shift makes itself known. "There he is. The Madame's dragon." She teases before a moan pushes past her lips, eyes fluttering shut as he palms at her ass, gripping her more tightly to grind her against him. The tip of his cock just nudging her clit in a way that makes her hips jerk.
Her brow arches as she gazes up at him, lips parting with her breaths, heat already flaring hotly in her belly as more of her essence spreads over him with each thrust. It only makes it easier for him to push through them without a hint of resistance. Maeve hisses softly when he bumps against her clit again, sending another jolt of pleasure coursing through her, "More confirmation? Really?" She huffs, drawing back so she can look at him properly even as she keeps that steady roll of her hips. So slow it's almost maddening. "You want me to beg for you, beastie? Is that it?"
Her brow arches as she gazes up at him, lips parting with her breaths, heat already flaring hotly in her belly as more of her essence spreads over him with each thrust. It only makes it easier for him to push through them without a hint of resistance. Maeve hisses softly when he bumps against her clit again, sending another jolt of pleasure coursing through her, "More confirmation? Really?" She huffs, drawing back so she can look at him properly even as she keeps that steady roll of her hips. So slow it's almost maddening. "You want me to beg for you, beastie? Is that it?"
I admit that I'm a little messed up
but I can hide it when I'm all dressed up
but I can hide it when I'm all dressed up
