// heart strung, young and dumb, yeah we had no fear
way back when we said we'd both be millionaires //
way back when we said we'd both be millionaires //
She’d be willing to give him whatever ideas she could, truthfully, but they’re already on the same page and she finds herself pressing more and more against him, slipping her hand into his pants, colliding her lips with his in a small dance that’s only broken up when he pulls away and nips at her lower lip. She hums a soft laugh with it, moving to kiss along his jaw toward his neck, her hand offering languid and slow strokes.
She's got all the time in the world it feels like, and she certainly acts like it as she readjusts a bit, moving to slip her shirt off and leave her in her flatteringly lacy bra as her other hand races down and down to slip his pants down to his ankles while she trails her kisses down to get onto her knees. “Do you like this view?” She asks, raising a dark brow up at him, her dark gaze focused on his face as she strokes his cock again.
She's got all the time in the world it feels like, and she certainly acts like it as she readjusts a bit, moving to slip her shirt off and leave her in her flatteringly lacy bra as her other hand races down and down to slip his pants down to his ankles while she trails her kisses down to get onto her knees. “Do you like this view?” She asks, raising a dark brow up at him, her dark gaze focused on his face as she strokes his cock again.
Seraphina
