( his lips are so, so kissable and so sweet, and the heat of his hands make her body sing, when she greedily presses up into him and meets passion for passion, a breathless, shaky moan spilling from her lips when he sucks on her breasts, that line of saliva sending her pulse skyrocketing.
and his eyes, oh, his eyes... she's sure her own are just as dilated, but she's entirely focused on him. kiyomi knows where he's reaching to, her own affection for him deep as the sea, her love and desire knowing no bounds. perhaps she's still that girl that he saved from the sea, that girl that sealed their vow with a kiss and bound her to him, all those lives ago. theirs is a complicated, primal love, and perhaps rafayel is wise to be afraid of her, and yet —
— yet, she wants him with all of her heart. and his own. she shifts to urge him out of his pants and briefs, then grabs a hold of his hand to guide him closer, closer, underneath the flimsy lace of her panties to where her soft, pink pussy is already wet and yearning, clenching around nothing. )
Maybe one day. ( she breathes, her own breath hitching before she rolls her hips down on his fingers. ) You can tear it up, if you want.
no subject
and his eyes, oh, his eyes... she's sure her own are just as dilated, but she's entirely focused on him. kiyomi knows where he's reaching to, her own affection for him deep as the sea, her love and desire knowing no bounds. perhaps she's still that girl that he saved from the sea, that girl that sealed their vow with a kiss and bound her to him, all those lives ago. theirs is a complicated, primal love, and perhaps rafayel is wise to be afraid of her, and yet —
— yet, she wants him with all of her heart. and his own. she shifts to urge him out of his pants and briefs, then grabs a hold of his hand to guide him closer, closer, underneath the flimsy lace of her panties to where her soft, pink pussy is already wet and yearning, clenching around nothing. )
Maybe one day. ( she breathes, her own breath hitching before she rolls her hips down on his fingers. ) You can tear it up, if you want.