flora
Perhaps someone just a touch more clever might wonder at how Jack, a man who seemed to care so little about others, someone always knew the right thing to say, but as those perfect words always came in moments like this, Flora was utterly overwhelmed by validation and daddy-issues to think too hard about it.
A goddess; he'd call her Torchline's goddes.
Pressing the swell of one breast into his palm, Flora's mind was suddenly filled with the sparkle of power, of revenge made sweet with triumph, of the crown she'd absolutely wear if she had half a chance; that she was currently fucking Jack on her couch was an ancillary pleasure.
"I want it," she moaned again, though this time the words were shaky with the first tugs of her orgasm as it prickled and licked at the soles of her feet. Reaching between them, Flora's fingers found her clit as her other hand tightened in Jack's hair. "I want it, I want it, I wan-"
A goddess; he'd call her Torchline's goddes.
Pressing the swell of one breast into his palm, Flora's mind was suddenly filled with the sparkle of power, of revenge made sweet with triumph, of the crown she'd absolutely wear if she had half a chance; that she was currently fucking Jack on her couch was an ancillary pleasure.
"I want it," she moaned again, though this time the words were shaky with the first tugs of her orgasm as it prickled and licked at the soles of her feet. Reaching between them, Flora's fingers found her clit as her other hand tightened in Jack's hair. "I want it, I want it, I wan-"
i scream for whatever it's worth
"i love you" ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?
"i love you" ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?
