Hotaru
Roses are red and I wish I could see them bloom
But all I see are orange hues
It's a pitiful consolation prize in comparison to an entire season, but any thoughts of objection shake away on the heel of his skin shivering beneath hers, keenly drawing her focus like a predator sensing blood. The craving she feels for him is not unlike that after all. But all I see are orange hues
The coy dip of his fingers into the waistband of her skirt is painfully innocent, and yet not at all. Even the wash of his breath over her skin - already blooming lurid marks she'll cherish for days yet - can't possibly convey the lustful turn of their thoughts. Not enough, not enough, need more, every atom of her body croons out in harmony. As if she could ever have enough to slake her thirst.
As she feels his cock hardening with each slow roll, Hotaru slips her knees wider, allowing her to sink lower until she can feel the way he twitches and grows right up against her cunt. All it will take is just a tilt of their hips, and the knowledge of that makes her breaths go shallow. Rocking intentionally to drag her folds against his cock, she kisses up to his ear, over his earring and up around the shell where he'll feel her smirk start to widen. "Are you trying to be subtle? Don't want to ask me to ride you?" And as always she feels the tension curl in her stomach and wonders who will emerge triumphant in their battle of wills, both content to own and be own, destroy and be destroyed.
Now you’re stuck in my head and I wish I could sing the blues
But all I hear are orange tunes, and all I do is think of you
But all I hear are orange tunes, and all I do is think of you
