'‘ your needs .. so erratic, so deprived of longing——my darling, my fragile lamp-light. May you fall under my voice ,, and let me take the reigns . ’’
( zipper coming undone right before her very flesh ; thinnest layer of cloth being the sole factor standing between both souls coalescing with one—another. hips thrown into play. )
⭣
( the friction of cloth against flesh shouldn’t be so hot ... yet, here she was, enjoying every second. she changes course and rubs herself as if it gave her relief. )
❝ L—Locke ... ❞
( the way his tent poked through his jean—like pants ; rubbing against exposed folds, up &&* down, prince and repeat.. such a need so satisfactory for his desires. )
‘‘ you’re naughty, I LIKE that. ’’
A shaky exhale before she reaches to spread herself, offering her most intimate of sights to him. revealing pinkish folds for his eyes to drink in.
❝ Right here ... ❞