Maeve
Fingers peel and tug at the lace still wrapped around her body, freeing her from it as she wiggles onto her belly, leaving her exposed except for her underwear. She's all long limbs, pale skin, and a tattoo decorating the left side of her ribcage; an intricate pattern of flowers and a snake that curls around the underside of her breast. There aren't any scars littering her skin for him to find, but Jack has better things to do. Like grind against her, making her breath hitch and her body shudder, fingers curling into the plush covers beneath her.
A smile curls on her lips even as she shivers, goosebumps rising across her skin as her cunt clenches at the press of his fingers against her clit, still sensitive from his earlier attentions. "I think you were meant to make me scream your name until I went hoarse." She quips, voice pitching up into something breathy, a gasp of mock offence rising from her at the sound of her underwear ripping. Finally, she's bare beneath him, aching for his touch that he surely won't deny her much longer. "Oi.. I liked those." She mutters, not caring all that much for the fate of that lace, knowing he could bring her back something just as pretty the next time.
He gives her a choice to make and her mind reels, considering all of the options, knowing that they would both be satisfied if he were to bury himself into her right now. She's not willing to rush. Not when she's waited so fucking long to actually enjoy this. "For you to worship me like you promised." The Madame replies instead, leaving it for him to decide.
A smile curls on her lips even as she shivers, goosebumps rising across her skin as her cunt clenches at the press of his fingers against her clit, still sensitive from his earlier attentions. "I think you were meant to make me scream your name until I went hoarse." She quips, voice pitching up into something breathy, a gasp of mock offence rising from her at the sound of her underwear ripping. Finally, she's bare beneath him, aching for his touch that he surely won't deny her much longer. "Oi.. I liked those." She mutters, not caring all that much for the fate of that lace, knowing he could bring her back something just as pretty the next time.
He gives her a choice to make and her mind reels, considering all of the options, knowing that they would both be satisfied if he were to bury himself into her right now. She's not willing to rush. Not when she's waited so fucking long to actually enjoy this. "For you to worship me like you promised." The Madame replies instead, leaving it for him to decide.
Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips
We should just kiss like real people do
We should just kiss like real people do
