/ A slight giggle escaping that blasphemers lips as she took the chocolate from betwixt her breasts. . . Taking a small bite before offering the other half to the beautiful golden - haired woman before her , a warm smile still plastered across her face /
It's rare for us to ++
( tilting her head, curious of her lover's next move. the demigod allowing the first to be placed between her cleavage, soft lips pressing against the second treat. )
how thoughtful as always, my beautiful scholar. ( her tone oozing with affection, lips parting to
/ She pulled that all - too - lovely gold weaver back up , pressing her chest against hers . . . Fingers interlocking as her lips geeently trailed her cheek /
It sounds. . . quite lovely. . .
/ She smiled warmly at the gold - haired "emanator of idrila" , her sole eye shut !/