@radiantlusts Not met, perhaps, but certainly aware of each other.
As if that utterance is a cue, one unopened flower blooms, releasing a new scent. One that triggers an instinct โ a calling, if you will.
And now the hero will find herself drawn toward a secluded greenhouse in Central Park..
@radiantlusts Yes, isn't it? All afternoon, exactly as planned.
Now, who's she thinking of, as she runs those pretty little fingers between her legs? Who can't she get out of her head, no matter how hard she tries?
Whisper the name. Out loud.
Then itโs a good thing weโre in the business we are. Either we find ways to avoid payment, or we โprocureโ the funding.
Either way, what my girl wants, she gets.~
Lips clashing, hands memorizing every inch of each other. Bodies writhing as if trying to become one, eager hips grinding needily.
It seems @dhazzled can't resist Poison Ivy, and Poison Ivy can't get enough of the hero.
Perhaps they'll call this an intimate truce.