we are all broken
Maybe it's because of the difference in circumstances - Finn doesn't think he's ever had sex in a forest before, anyway - but he's never wanted Tobi quite like he does right now. Not with such uninhibited need, with impatience and lust and every layer of clothing between them feeling like a curse on the tip of his tongue. She frees him of his pants and hitches up her dress, and as she teases against his cock, gods if it isn't already too much.
With one hand stroking along her hips and the other whispering up to the swell of her breasts, it's with an inarticulate moan into the side of Tobi's neck that Finn buries himself inside her. And there's no pause for romance here, no lingering moments of affection; Finn wants her something wild, and his thrusts are deep and hard and with a sense of urgency that suggests they might be caught at any moment. Which they might be. Who knows?
With one hand stroking along her hips and the other whispering up to the swell of her breasts, it's with an inarticulate moan into the side of Tobi's neck that Finn buries himself inside her. And there's no pause for romance here, no lingering moments of affection; Finn wants her something wild, and his thrusts are deep and hard and with a sense of urgency that suggests they might be caught at any moment. Which they might be. Who knows?
that’s how the light gets in
