“Oh, Wolfwood,” she gives a throaty, thick laugh. “Patience. Prepping you is almost the best part. Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
The words come out staccato, broken by pants and huffs that punctuate the musical lilt to her phrases. She rolls her hips with a groan at his deepening strokes and leans into him as best she can--this time not just for her balance despite how weak she does in fact feel, but rather because of reaching toward the box behind him. Her breasts are squished against his chest, and the angle changes the intensity of the sparks with every drag of his finger inside her.
She digs through the toys for a second, sweat rolling down her neck with the effort of keeping him moving in her and searching until finally-- finally-- her fingers close around the bottle she knew she’d stored in there.
Kara widens her legs more for balance as much as she can with her clothes still on (which begs the question: why are they still on?) as she pops open the lid and pours it over her fingers, slicking up his cock in the preamble, to the same rhythm of his finger inside her. That fucking maddening rhythm.
“Ohh…, yes...yeah, helping… mmm…” She licks her lips and puts forth her best effort for more. “I --gods, this is..you’re…”
She tries again.
“It involves our new friend,” she nods toward the dildo, once again sitting on the table. "Our very noticeable new friend."
Kara’s eyes are hooded, searching through glazed-over want as they peer into his honey gaze. She returns his favor, slipping a slick hand down his backside, sliding down slowly and circling his entrance before pressing inside just to the first knuckle of her middle finger. For now.
“But you’re--you’ll h-have to make a greater sacrifice than that for more, but don’t worry,” she leans in closer, slipping her index finger in alongside her other digit, again just to the first knuckle, feeling the walls clench around them.
no subject
The words come out staccato, broken by pants and huffs that punctuate the musical lilt to her phrases. She rolls her hips with a groan at his deepening strokes and leans into him as best she can--this time not just for her balance despite how weak she does in fact feel, but rather because of reaching toward the box behind him. Her breasts are squished against his chest, and the angle changes the intensity of the sparks with every drag of his finger inside her.
She digs through the toys for a second, sweat rolling down her neck with the effort of keeping him moving in her and searching until finally-- finally-- her fingers close around the bottle she knew she’d stored in there.
Kara widens her legs more for balance as much as she can with her clothes still on (which begs the question: why are they still on?) as she pops open the lid and pours it over her fingers, slicking up his cock in the preamble, to the same rhythm of his finger inside her. That fucking maddening rhythm.
“Ohh…, yes...yeah, helping… mmm…” She licks her lips and puts forth her best effort for more. “I --gods, this is..you’re…”
She tries again.
“It involves our new friend,” she nods toward the dildo, once again sitting on the table. "Our very noticeable new friend."
Kara’s eyes are hooded, searching through glazed-over want as they peer into his honey gaze. She returns his favor, slipping a slick hand down his backside, sliding down slowly and circling his entrance before pressing inside just to the first knuckle of her middle finger. For now.
“But you’re--you’ll h-have to make a greater sacrifice than that for more, but don’t worry,” she leans in closer, slipping her index finger in alongside her other digit, again just to the first knuckle, feeling the walls clench around them.
“I’ll have your blood too.”