Hotaru
Her mouth is a dangerous thing, capable of drawing Ru into the undertow while stealing the breath straight from her lips. She drowns in it willingly, only the flick and clash of her own tongue and teeth revealing any fire she has left in the midst of her own undoing. With one hand occupied with clinging to Maeve’s, the other comes up to clutch at the woman’s shoulder, faint pink lines left in the wake of her nails as she rakes them helplessly across porcelain flesh.
The bidding, cooing tone is her inevitable undoing. Some part of her recognizing a pet name even when spoken in a language she doesn’t know. Perhaps it’s that small bit of affection that really does her in. But the thumb against her clit and the long, clever fingers in her cunt deliver her to rapture all the same. “Maeve!” It’s a warbling cry of pleasure as she crests, orgasm clenching her walls down spasmodically on Maeve’s fingers as her hips arch off the rug and her thighs clench tight around the Madame’s waist. Golden hair tossed as her head rolls back, soaking Maeve’s hand her with release as her entire body trembles with the aftershocks.
The bidding, cooing tone is her inevitable undoing. Some part of her recognizing a pet name even when spoken in a language she doesn’t know. Perhaps it’s that small bit of affection that really does her in. But the thumb against her clit and the long, clever fingers in her cunt deliver her to rapture all the same. “Maeve!” It’s a warbling cry of pleasure as she crests, orgasm clenching her walls down spasmodically on Maeve’s fingers as her hips arch off the rug and her thighs clench tight around the Madame’s waist. Golden hair tossed as her head rolls back, soaking Maeve’s hand her with release as her entire body trembles with the aftershocks.
soak me in your moonshine
and fuck me on fire
and fuck me on fire
