( even that laugh is enough to ripple through her wantonly, a mere flick of his gaze leaving that blush of heat that'd painted her chest through that dizzying end ever present. it isn't often she finds a counterpart that leveled the grounds, that'd toy a remark at her just as surely as her own sat in waiting at the tip of her tongue—she can't find it within herself to indicate even playfully that she hadn't been quite thoroughly pleased, but that tone of his begs a challenge. )
I wouldn't be nearly as gentle.
( a sultry, bubbled up snicker sweetly greets the space between them before she's pressing up to her knees, inner thighs quivering slightly in supporting even her own weight, still flushed from where his hips had repeatedly driven into her. each of her movements carries a feline grace, only now able to feel the fire that he's left behind along each rosy cheek of her ass, sure to still be kissed a rouge tint from the abuse for days to come. but she'd asked for it, and it only spurs her forward to straddle a single knee over to his opposite side, one hand supporting her while the other draws a single fingertip down along the rivulet at the centre of his chest, his abdomen. ) You talk about tomorrow like you're done for the night, papi.
( a faux look of disappointment, chewing at the inner plush of lower rim pointedly before that touch slowly draws back up, dismissing his skin just long enough to reach back and pull that cropped hoodie from her upper half, tossing it above them to fall unceremoniously to the floor. a tilt of her crown, pressing long waves off to spill to the side as she's leaning back over him, allowing chests to brush and lips to trace his jaw, nipping a bit harsher at it's crook where she leaves behind a breath of a murmur: ) I'm not.
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Date: 2017-10-18 11:06 pm (UTC)I wouldn't be nearly as gentle.
( a sultry, bubbled up snicker sweetly greets the space between them before she's pressing up to her knees, inner thighs quivering slightly in supporting even her own weight, still flushed from where his hips had repeatedly driven into her. each of her movements carries a feline grace, only now able to feel the fire that he's left behind along each rosy cheek of her ass, sure to still be kissed a rouge tint from the abuse for days to come. but she'd asked for it, and it only spurs her forward to straddle a single knee over to his opposite side, one hand supporting her while the other draws a single fingertip down along the rivulet at the centre of his chest, his abdomen. ) You talk about tomorrow like you're done for the night, papi.
( a faux look of disappointment, chewing at the inner plush of lower rim pointedly before that touch slowly draws back up, dismissing his skin just long enough to reach back and pull that cropped hoodie from her upper half, tossing it above them to fall unceremoniously to the floor. a tilt of her crown, pressing long waves off to spill to the side as she's leaning back over him, allowing chests to brush and lips to trace his jaw, nipping a bit harsher at it's crook where she leaves behind a breath of a murmur: ) I'm not.