[SEASONAL EVENT] A Palmer for Long Night

Emmett Plow the land with the horn of a lamb. Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Then sow some seeds from north of the dam. Then she'll be a true love of mine Emmett was glad for a bit of direction and proved himself an apt student for the lesson she gave. The only times he pulled away was to catch his breath. He was surprised by how much he liked the taste he found there, that it was something he was more than willing to continue doing. Suddenly he had an idea. While still using his mouth on her clit he pressed a finger back inside her, starting up the same rhythm as he had been using earlier. His other hand grasped at her hip absentmindedly, too focused on his task to do anything else. He tried to adjust the speed of his fingers and directions of his tongue to the intensity of Phoebe's moans. He still felt honoured to be here, that each noise he got from her was a gift, and he desperately wanted to hear them for the rest of his life.