𝐀𝐳𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐚 𝐓𝐡𝐞́𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖠𝗓𝖾𝗅𝗆𝖺.

[𝐀𝐳𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐚 𝐓𝐡𝐞́𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫. @jondretteazelma]

⠀⠀𝖡𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾.
⠀⠀ ⠀𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰
⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ — 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦 —

[𝐀𝐳𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐚 𝐓𝐡𝐞́𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫. @jondretteazelma]

@OfVagabond

[𝐀𝐳𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐚 𝐓𝐡𝐞́𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫. @jondretteazelma]

@OfVagabond « his shoulders, unable to contain her pleasure. A scream starts to form in her mouth before she gently bites his neck to silence herself. She feels herself tightening around his cock, building up more and more pressure with each thrust.

[𝐀𝐳𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐚 𝐓𝐡𝐞́𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫. @jondretteazelma]

@OfVagabond Little mouse, he’d always called her. Never an endearing term, not even when his voice dripped with honey. She’d known what it meant. Timid. Flighty. Weak. Through her girlish haze, she’d deluded herself that he’d laced the name with some kind of »

[𝐀𝐳𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐚 𝐓𝐡𝐞́𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫. @jondretteazelma]

@OfVagabond « until she’s on the verge of screaming. She buries her face into the crook of his neck and moans into him, trying to stifle her sounds.
Her hips move against him, encouraging his erection deeper and faster into her. Her nails pierce down into the skin of »

[𝐀𝐳𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐚 𝐓𝐡𝐞́𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫. @jondretteazelma]

@OfVagabond

[𝐀𝐳𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐚 𝐓𝐡𝐞́𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫. @jondretteazelma]

@OfVagabond

[𝐀𝐳𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐚 𝐓𝐡𝐞́𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫. @jondretteazelma]

@OfVagabond

[𝐀𝐳𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐚 𝐓𝐡𝐞́𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫. @jondretteazelma]

@OfVagabond « eyes flutter closed, giving way to her other senses.
“You scare me, Parnasse,” she whispers through uneven breaths. Her hips twitch against his hardness, subconsciously begging for more of him.

[𝐀𝐳𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐚 𝐓𝐡𝐞́𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫. @jondretteazelma]

@OfVagabond « even with nowhere to turn, she’d do it all over again without complaint.
The dress slips past her shoulders, draping over her hips. Her chin tilts back, almost as if a silent signal of consent. Her pulse races with every one of his movements until her »