zephyr
"'Out of practice?' Scarcely, m'dear." You watch her eyes trail down to your chest, breath catching as they linger over lips. She's a torture artist through and through, a devious little minx, and you're enjoying the game with heat in your face and groin.
She traces hands over your collar and you let your right hand rise up onto her hip, gently but tantalizing tracing the angles and arcs, skirting just past the defense of fabric so skin dances on skin. Your other hand stays braced on the table, just close enough for your thumb to graze her thigh.
Leaning in as she straightens up, you bring your lips to breathe against her ear, thoroughly enjoying the touch of her breasts. "Young you may be, but I guarantee I can still keep up." Slowly you draw back so that your face is a breath from hers, eyes slipping easily down to her lips. "Experience, little map-maker, is more than a match for youth."
She traces hands over your collar and you let your right hand rise up onto her hip, gently but tantalizing tracing the angles and arcs, skirting just past the defense of fabric so skin dances on skin. Your other hand stays braced on the table, just close enough for your thumb to graze her thigh.
Leaning in as she straightens up, you bring your lips to breathe against her ear, thoroughly enjoying the touch of her breasts. "Young you may be, but I guarantee I can still keep up." Slowly you draw back so that your face is a breath from hers, eyes slipping easily down to her lips. "Experience, little map-maker, is more than a match for youth."
I was born here and I'll die here against my will
I know it looks like I'm movin' but I'm standin' still
I know it looks like I'm movin' but I'm standin' still
