Hotaru
The flush is harder to see in the firelight, but it's no less appealing. Hotaru wants to trace the boundaries of it with her tongue, but the choker against Maeve's pale skin is far more enticing. The leather is warm beneath her lips, a light scent against Maeve's skin like an intoxicating drug. She scarcely notices the way her own bra is unclasped, hanging against her elbows, trapped by Hotaru's own insistence on touching Maeve as much as she can. She had already been forced to part them once, doing so a second time seems impossible. And frankly, Hotaru is more invested in getting the Madame undressed; her own clothed state is merely an afterthought.
Maeve's throat vibrates beneath her lips as she moans. It's a beautiful sound, and Hotaru's skin feels hot and tight with the need to hear so many more. She is given the chance mere moments later, and Hotaru presses into Maeve's touch as it flits over her hipbones, the sensitive area sending tingles of sensation across her skin. "Then you have me," she assures, reluctantly parting from Maeve's piercings to shove her bottoms down in one swift motion, tilting the Madame backwards to lay against the rug so she can remove them fully and toss them somewhere into the darkness. There will be time for staring and admiring Maeve's nude body later. For now, she guides one long leg over her shoulder and begins to kiss a trail down the inside of Maeve's thigh, interjecting bites and suckling marks between chaste kisses to leave her wondering what the next sensation will be. Nibbling at the apex of her thigh, hot breath intentionally ghosting over the skin as she lifts her gaze to stare heatedly at Maeve. Content to linger, tease, and draw out every moment until the woman asks for it; just as Hotaru had promised she would in their letters.
Maeve's throat vibrates beneath her lips as she moans. It's a beautiful sound, and Hotaru's skin feels hot and tight with the need to hear so many more. She is given the chance mere moments later, and Hotaru presses into Maeve's touch as it flits over her hipbones, the sensitive area sending tingles of sensation across her skin. "Then you have me," she assures, reluctantly parting from Maeve's piercings to shove her bottoms down in one swift motion, tilting the Madame backwards to lay against the rug so she can remove them fully and toss them somewhere into the darkness. There will be time for staring and admiring Maeve's nude body later. For now, she guides one long leg over her shoulder and begins to kiss a trail down the inside of Maeve's thigh, interjecting bites and suckling marks between chaste kisses to leave her wondering what the next sensation will be. Nibbling at the apex of her thigh, hot breath intentionally ghosting over the skin as she lifts her gaze to stare heatedly at Maeve. Content to linger, tease, and draw out every moment until the woman asks for it; just as Hotaru had promised she would in their letters.
soak me in your moonshine
and fuck me on fire
and fuck me on fire
