( she takes care to let any little writhe of hips in anticipation and response to those smacks brush intentionally against him, a kiss of friction to contest the fires he's set to her skin, even beneath bronzed dermis. she can hear it in the way he talks to her, natural as it seems for him to find that tongue in such circumstances, how much he struggles to keep himself inline, some semblance of discipline from taking her the moment he'd opened that door.
this time when a hit lands to her bottom, there's a hitch of a breath inward, held at the roof of her mouth with a press of tongue, finally letting lids fall closed to a heavenward roll. he's precise with every slap, how he tucks two digits beneath that laced layer to pull taut against the bundle of her clit, graze against the heat of her, and she can't help but to rock herself into it. it wasn't usual for her to have a man strut into her home, toss her over their shoulder and have her over their knee in so short a span of time, but there's a devilish temptation that comes with him, cruel to resist, and she doesn't want to anymore.
she's been good long enough; cadelle could serve as some sort of the reprieve she needed. teeth drain that vixen-red color from her lips as they snatch down, hair a thick spill of waves along one side of her neck, palms keeping her in place causing fabric of that cropped hoodie to rise, plentiful breasts brushing against her comforter. ) You look like you could use a little attention.
( a suggestive clip, reaching a single hand between them to deftly make work of his jeans' fastening, arch of her spine accentuating all the further to give herself proper room to do so. her bottom already boasts a rosy hue— while she can give him some bite of control, it wasn't in the lightwood way not to find some sort of means to get ahead. rounded tip of nails trails beneath his navel, giving a snap to his briefs. ) What it is you want, hermoso?
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this time when a hit lands to her bottom, there's a hitch of a breath inward, held at the roof of her mouth with a press of tongue, finally letting lids fall closed to a heavenward roll. he's precise with every slap, how he tucks two digits beneath that laced layer to pull taut against the bundle of her clit, graze against the heat of her, and she can't help but to rock herself into it. it wasn't usual for her to have a man strut into her home, toss her over their shoulder and have her over their knee in so short a span of time, but there's a devilish temptation that comes with him, cruel to resist, and she doesn't want to anymore.
she's been good long enough; cadelle could serve as some sort of the reprieve she needed. teeth drain that vixen-red color from her lips as they snatch down, hair a thick spill of waves along one side of her neck, palms keeping her in place causing fabric of that cropped hoodie to rise, plentiful breasts brushing against her comforter. ) You look like you could use a little attention.
( a suggestive clip, reaching a single hand between them to deftly make work of his jeans' fastening, arch of her spine accentuating all the further to give herself proper room to do so. her bottom already boasts a rosy hue— while she can give him some bite of control, it wasn't in the lightwood way not to find some sort of means to get ahead. rounded tip of nails trails beneath his navel, giving a snap to his briefs. ) What it is you want, hermoso?