[SEASONAL EVENT] A Palmer for Long Night

Emmett Plow the land with the horn of a lamb. Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme Then sow some seeds from north of the dam. Then she'll be a true love of mine Phoebe nodded and Emmett didn't hesitate. Slowly he pushed in his finger til he couldn't get it any deeper, then pulled it all the way out. He repeated the action several times, each time a little quicker, and leaned down to kiss Phoebe as he did it. After a while of soft kissing and moving his finger, he moved all at once: using one hand to pull down her shorts entirely he used the other to add another finger. He could feel her growing wetter around his fingers, the surrounding feeling there incredibly soft and inviting; but it wasn't time, not quite yet. He wanted to try something he'd heard his brother talk about once. Emmett shuffled down the bed, dragging her shorts down her legs and throwing them to join his pants. Once he had reached his destination, his head between her thighs, he took a deep breath and surged forward to put his mouth to her, running the flat of his tongue up and down simply at first. His hands curling around her thighs he tried to experiment with different things, sucking and licking, exploring different areas with his tongue. Every so often he had to come up for air, not experienced enough to breathe through his nose.