LOCKE
"Halo, huh? Hmm, still never been. Bet it was cold." He's not really paying all that much attention to the whole conversation aspect of all of this. Not that he doesn't want to but he's a little preoccupied with other things at the moment. She's warm and wet and it has nothing to do with the humidity in Torchline. He finds it kind of flattering. Kind of nice. He presses a little more, trying to figure out what makes her breath hitch. She talks slowly, tongue running across the edge of her glass and he mirrors it, grinning at her.
When she says they were split into groups, he frowns a little, but its all just play. "Oh no. Were you okay?" When he asks, he nudges her underwear out of the way because honestly it's getting annoying. Or maybe he's just a little on edge and this might help. Something like that. He finds her clit again, circling it slowly, grinning at her all the while.
When she says they were split into groups, he frowns a little, but its all just play. "Oh no. Were you okay?" When he asks, he nudges her underwear out of the way because honestly it's getting annoying. Or maybe he's just a little on edge and this might help. Something like that. He finds her clit again, circling it slowly, grinning at her all the while.
I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies
Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies
