Isla
As if she would move. Isla is already on fire with lust, and Remi's deft tongue has stoked the heat in her belly almost to an unbearable level when he turns it up another notch. "Oh--!" Her gasp cuts off into another long moan as she's drawn back and against him. She's missed the part where he stripped himself of his clothes, too busy trying to gather her frayed thoughts, and she's sure his hands will leave palm shaped marks of heat against her skin by the time they're done - she hopes for it, in fact.
"Gods, Remi - fuck--" Isla throws her head back as he enters her, trying and failing to cage her cry of pleasure to finally feel him as close as she wants him. It's impossible for her to move, to gain any leverage, such is their position, but that's exactly what Remi had demanded. "Harder," she manages through a gasp - begging for more is about all she can do right now.
"Gods, Remi - fuck--" Isla throws her head back as he enters her, trying and failing to cage her cry of pleasure to finally feel him as close as she wants him. It's impossible for her to move, to gain any leverage, such is their position, but that's exactly what Remi had demanded. "Harder," she manages through a gasp - begging for more is about all she can do right now.
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
