Hotaru
Maeve will surely find that Ru is easy to please in this moment, so desperate to be touched as she is. Every glancing kiss of skin feels like fireworks that only bloom brighter as the pressure increases. Even the crooning of her voice makes Hotaru melt into the furs, thighs trembling where they hold Maeve close. The clench of her channel around the Madame’s finger is desperate, hips rocking restlessly even when there is nothing left to chase. Ru tilts into the kiss at her jaw, seeking Maeve’s lips in full as a whimper leaves her own the moment that clever finger begins to move.
It turns into a gasp, fueled by lust as her hand is pinned by her head. The flames burn brighter, cheeks darkening as she stares almost shyly up at the Madame, taken aback by the change in power. The trail of kisses up her neck prompt her to lift her jaw to provide better room, navel tight with the notion of wearing any marks proudly after this night. Her hand squeezes their tangled fingers once more, the slick sound of Maeve fingering her cunt lewd and loud with how soaked she is as she pants and grinds back into every motion.
It turns into a gasp, fueled by lust as her hand is pinned by her head. The flames burn brighter, cheeks darkening as she stares almost shyly up at the Madame, taken aback by the change in power. The trail of kisses up her neck prompt her to lift her jaw to provide better room, navel tight with the notion of wearing any marks proudly after this night. Her hand squeezes their tangled fingers once more, the slick sound of Maeve fingering her cunt lewd and loud with how soaked she is as she pants and grinds back into every motion.
soak me in your moonshine
and fuck me on fire
and fuck me on fire
