She harrumphs, though her fingers curl around his hip easily and a sigh pushes out of her mouth. She moves her thigh to meet his cock's rhythm, clenching around the dildo dangerously at the movement, at him pressed against her. Warmth floods her insides at those lips brushing her skin.
What the fuck. When did she get so soft about him? (Too long ago and before she could even stop it are the correct answers.)
"Yeah, don't you priests have to show thanks or somethin'?" she mutters, lightly raking her nails back and forth across the skin at his hip. "Praying to God for your blessings or some crap? It's okay, though, Nicky. You can pray to me instead."
Right...with that grin, it makes one wonder just what about Kara Thrace is supposed to be angelic.
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She harrumphs, though her fingers curl around his hip easily and a sigh pushes out of her mouth. She moves her thigh to meet his cock's rhythm, clenching around the dildo dangerously at the movement, at him pressed against her. Warmth floods her insides at those lips brushing her skin.
What the fuck. When did she get so soft about him? (Too long ago and before she could even stop it are the correct answers.)
"Yeah, don't you priests have to show thanks or somethin'?" she mutters, lightly raking her nails back and forth across the skin at his hip. "Praying to God for your blessings or some crap? It's okay, though, Nicky. You can pray to me instead."
Right...with that grin, it makes one wonder just what about Kara Thrace is supposed to be angelic.