one of these days

flora

Harder is perhaps not what she meant if only because, isolated from everything else, the rhythm of Jack's thrusts did hurt. Perhaps in time Flora would grow to be somewhat masochistic, but as it was now, she was not. Now, that said, Jack's thrusts were not in isolation, such that whatever bubbles of pain were popped with each movement were entirely overshadowed by how Flora believed this was all being received.

Behind them she imagined couples halted in surprise, watching with sly eyes. She imagined nipples growing hard and wandering fingers pawing at tenting-trousers. She imagined whispered conversations of "When we get home I'll fuck you like that", or "Frey, look at those fucking tits. She imagined women wanting to be her and men wanting to be Jack. She imagined them all growing hard and wet, their bodies made tense by jealousy.

"NNn, I'm going to cum," Flora sang into the night, for the benefit of the audience first and Jack second. "Gods Jack--" Just in case someone was left questioning just who it was with her cock buried between the Kaliesin girl's thighs. "--more!" Letting her words become inarticulate moans, Flora hand swirled frantic circles on her clit as her orgasm burned up the back of her calves and exploded outwards from the core of her.

what doesn't kill me makes
me want you more

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