// not yet corpses, still we rot //
It’s still made that much easier by not needing to breathe, nor by having to readjust for any twinges of pain or legs falling asleep. Isla’s near whisper has a crooked smirk forming on his face, one that has him shivering in his anticipation as he continues to drive her wild. With her hands out of his hair, he glances up at her, the finger inside her accompanied by another, his thumb taking over the pressure and the raking his tongue had done along her clit, and he lets his oceanic gaze focus with that predatory stillness on her face.
His tongue slips out to run along his bottom lip, continuing to toy with her, hips pressing against the edge of the bed to try and relieve some amount of relief. “Tell me what you want.” His voice is rougher, heavier, gaze swimming with lust and desire. He’s brought her this close already, the least he can do is give her what she wants.
His tongue slips out to run along his bottom lip, continuing to toy with her, hips pressing against the edge of the bed to try and relieve some amount of relief. “Tell me what you want.” His voice is rougher, heavier, gaze swimming with lust and desire. He’s brought her this close already, the least he can do is give her what she wants.
VARUS
