Maeve
Nails dig into tender flesh, leaving marks across pale skin as clings to her, but Maeve doesn't mind. She's always loved marks left behind on her person from moments like this. Moments of pure passion and want, dragging her down into a sweet bliss that never comes with anything else but this. The Madame leaves a mark of her own against Hotaru's throat, sucking a dark mark into golden skin as her free hand tightens on the wrist she has pinned against the rug. "That's it. Good girl." Maeve purrs, smiling softly as she draws back from her throat, continuing to work her fingers in and out of Hotaru's clenching cunt until the woman can't take it anymore. Only once Hotaru stops trembling does she remove her fingers from between her legs, bringing them up to her mouth to lick them clean, tongue curling around the digits as she looks down at her with a smirk.
Maeve releases her wrist, bringing her hand down to cup her cheek, brushing her thumb lightly across the flushed skin there. "Not a bad first round if I do say so myself." She teases, wrinkling her nose as she bends to press a kiss to his lips. It's soft and sweet, only a touch of heat behind the motion, but she doesn't let it build further yet. Maeve bumps her nose against hers, drawing back to settle at her side once more, fingers brushing lightly over her belly as she props her head up with her palm.
Maeve releases her wrist, bringing her hand down to cup her cheek, brushing her thumb lightly across the flushed skin there. "Not a bad first round if I do say so myself." She teases, wrinkling her nose as she bends to press a kiss to his lips. It's soft and sweet, only a touch of heat behind the motion, but she doesn't let it build further yet. Maeve bumps her nose against hers, drawing back to settle at her side once more, fingers brushing lightly over her belly as she props her head up with her palm.
Babe, there's something wretched about this
Something so precious about this
Oh what a sin
Something so precious about this
Oh what a sin
