Too easy to slide a gloved finger into the crux of lace-clad thighs, gently pushing into the wetness and pumping it in and out, in and out. Too easy. Feeling emboldened by the sounds of Sheryl's breathing, Slaine shoves his mouth against his girlfriend— no, prisoner's neck for a hard, hasty suckle, his tongue dragging across the reddish mark he left behind. He may be getting a little too distracted by the sudden tightness of his pants, or how he's exposing one of her thighs by pushing the hem of her stocking towards her knee.
Neither insults nor indignant proclamations have an effect on him when his hands are too busy manipulating her body, his mouth attached to her neck as he smears his lips across her jaw, sucking on her right there. It's the most brazen he's ever been, all thanks to Sheryl.
Too hot, too hot. Her skin is hot to his taste, soft to his touch, that he can't manage to control himself. His own heartbeat rings in his ears as the sounds of her moaning and his muffled grunts slowly fill the room. Ravish her body, she says.
The creative side of Slaine is coming out. With nothing but instincts to guide him, he moves his naked hand off her thigh and lifts it towards her face. It's through bravery alone that spurs him into sliding a finger in between those soft pink lips. There's a risk that Sheryl will bite it, but his judgement is rather filthy with thoughts of her screaming his name.
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Date: 2016-11-18 11:09 pm (UTC)Neither insults nor indignant proclamations have an effect on him when his hands are too busy manipulating her body, his mouth attached to her neck as he smears his lips across her jaw, sucking on her right there. It's the most brazen he's ever been, all thanks to Sheryl.
Too hot, too hot. Her skin is hot to his taste, soft to his touch, that he can't manage to control himself. His own heartbeat rings in his ears as the sounds of her moaning and his muffled grunts slowly fill the room. Ravish her body, she says.
The creative side of Slaine is coming out. With nothing but instincts to guide him, he moves his naked hand off her thigh and lifts it towards her face. It's through bravery alone that spurs him into sliding a finger in between those soft pink lips. There's a risk that Sheryl will bite it, but his judgement is rather filthy with thoughts of her screaming his name.