Isla
With eyes that almost seem molten blue in the play of the firelight and the shadows of the loft, Isla watches Sunjata right back, even as her teeth clench around a gasp to feel his hands skate across her bare breasts. It's with something hungry and predatory that her gaze flickers towards his waist, yes, but at the same time she's pleading and impatient, urging him to hurry up without ever saying as much.
As for what she might pull, there's limited shenanigans she can get away with like this, but it won't stop her from trying. Her fingers seek out as much of the soft, downy feathers of Sunjata's wings as they can, her legs unhooking from around his hips to splay open for him, as if daring him to keep taking his time.
As for what she might pull, there's limited shenanigans she can get away with like this, but it won't stop her from trying. Her fingers seek out as much of the soft, downy feathers of Sunjata's wings as they can, her legs unhooking from around his hips to splay open for him, as if daring him to keep taking his time.
passing by, you light up my darkest skies
you take only seconds to draw me in
you take only seconds to draw me in
