Isla
Tilting her hips in protest as Ever purposefully neglects anything south of her belly button in lieu of picking up kisses against her knee and inner thigh, Isla is vaguely wondering whether she can deftly hook her leg around Ever's skull and urge him between her thighs by force when, of all things, his attention turns to her feet. Neither loving nor hating the idea of someone lavishing her toes with attention, her pleasure is lukewarm at best, though the aviator will find out - for better or worse - that Isla has ticklish feet.
Luckily, before she can mule kick a black eye onto her lover, he's scooting her towards his waiting mouth, and desire unfurls, hot and insistent, low in the Remedy's belly. "Of course," she murmurs, already getting an elbow beneath her to gaze down at him through hooded eyes made darker by arousal.
And whilst Everest's next lesson might be much more academic than the others so far - less sonorous guidance and more like this, softer, slower or more - when he does get it right, gods does Isla let him know. "Fuck, just like that," she moans suddenly as he finds a rhythm against her clit that's just so, her toes curling in anticipation of a high she's starting to chase. "Don't stop--"
Luckily, before she can mule kick a black eye onto her lover, he's scooting her towards his waiting mouth, and desire unfurls, hot and insistent, low in the Remedy's belly. "Of course," she murmurs, already getting an elbow beneath her to gaze down at him through hooded eyes made darker by arousal.
And whilst Everest's next lesson might be much more academic than the others so far - less sonorous guidance and more like this, softer, slower or more - when he does get it right, gods does Isla let him know. "Fuck, just like that," she moans suddenly as he finds a rhythm against her clit that's just so, her toes curling in anticipation of a high she's starting to chase. "Don't stop--"
I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard
When you hit me, hit me hard
