FINN
the spyglass
it is only through mystery and madness
"For a medical practitioner, you certainly know quite a lot about detective work," Finn murmurs, still only half a breath away from her lips even as his fingertips find the lacy outline of her underwear and the plume of heat that has settled low in his belly starts to become a wildfire. (You know, the sort that Tobi will absolutely be able to feel pressing hopefully against her).
"You might make a better investigator than a prime suspect," he says, though luckily he's thinking too much with his dick now to consider this a potential job venture they can take on together. And in the Finn version of por que no los dos, he leans in to capture her lips at the same time as he surges forward away from the countertop to reverse their positions.
Gently, but with the sort of strength that has been built up over seasons, the ex-Spyglass lifts Tobi to sit on the counter, his tongue and lips doing their own detective work against her own.
"You might make a better investigator than a prime suspect," he says, though luckily he's thinking too much with his dick now to consider this a potential job venture they can take on together. And in the Finn version of por que no los dos, he leans in to capture her lips at the same time as he surges forward away from the countertop to reverse their positions.
Gently, but with the sort of strength that has been built up over seasons, the ex-Spyglass lifts Tobi to sit on the counter, his tongue and lips doing their own detective work against her own.
that the soul is revealed
