“I’ll just get a bowl of cereal.” Oh. It seems that she is most definitely a Mommy’s girl, leaning into the affections without the slightest of hesitation and happily returning, embracing her Mother in a hug of true warmth.
The silver haired woman hums and looks at her daughter with a tender smile. “Morning baby” she comes over to kiss laoise in the head. “You want some breakfast?”
Oxygen escapes her, trickling out through a gasp and subsequent shuddering exhale. Those hands on her shirt are distracting and painfully stimulating at the very same moment. But during this, her fingers haven’t stopped their wandering. Nothing could now. They slip +
further along a creamy thigh, dipping between her supple flesh and grazing the sensitive inner flesh far higher than she’s ever touched before. “Yes.” It’s a mangled whine. Fuck. Her cock has risen to attention, desperately wishing to be perched between those warm thighs. +
fine, blond curls and the realisation that she doesn’t wear boxers or briefs or anything beneath her pants. Maybe she is destined to be a freak in the sheets.
Laoise is winded, her breath carelessly abandoning when it is needed most and rendering her speechless. Supple fingers grasp at her hand, pry it from hiding a bulge that isn’t fully developed. It is impossible to think that this woman can be anything but timid, a +
Crashing reality. Gods. She really is a McGrath. That’s noted by the way she slips the panties into her pocket, never to be returned. “I. . . Yes.” It’s a croak, her nod energetic. Somehow her fingers are already at her zipper, tugging the object and revealing an abundance of +
Oh. That is unexpected and her breath stills in the midst of her throat, heart skipping a beat. Laoise doesn’t move at first, silent and motionless until those fingers lose to curiosity, travelling over her thigh.
Cheeks bloom further, a chin dropping to tuck against her chest and she nods lazily, almost as if frightened. “I do.” Subtle is her move, palm pressing against her cock to try and deny it. "I really do."
everything seems to still. “Hi.” She breathes out, long eyelashes blinking repeatedly before they stray from a hand and to the watchful eyes that seem to pierce her.
That just might come in handy, actually. And no. That isn’t really a joke. . .
Pandora reduces prior distance and that alone sets her heart on edge, hammering without a sign of cease. Warmth blooms in her chest as a hand dares to settle, a throat fluttering as +
With her history, she'd likely cause injury before they start.
Well. . . Maybe, just maybe, she can try? Strong hand runs along her arm, lip bitten lazily but with notable purpose. If they consider her family, a freak might exist underneath the nerves.
Cheeks flush with a burning heat, the mere words causing excitement to trickle into her stomach and there's a familiar yet unfamiliar stirring in her pants.