28.Nov.20, 03:38 PM
Touching she liked, she always had. Merry had no problem with taking her time with Leeri, brushing her lips against his neck, his shoulder, the intensity none the less as she removed her own trousers as deftly as he. Her fingers brushed his cheeks, his hair, curled at the nape of his neck, found their way drifting slowly down his back. Her thumbs stroked his hipbones before wandering across his lower back.
Her words were soft nonsense against his lips and skin, content to have him as a distraction, content to be somewhere to sink into. Her skin felt as if static had built up into waves of it waiting to be released, and as she arched her back, she sighed at the pleasure that coursed through her as their skin brushed. Her breasts were far from large but they were enough to skim against his chest as she arched and that felt amazing.
Touching, exploring, that she could do for hours. It was intimate, thorough, and passionate. And she would give as good as she got, perhaps more. They had left the gitars behind and it was their bodies that set the melody, the counter, the flared and rose, fell, swelled bright in a chorus, settled to rise again.
Merry's lips found his again as she drew him a little closer, wanting his weight against her as she kissed him. There wasn't a battle here, just an intense, lovely duet.
Her words were soft nonsense against his lips and skin, content to have him as a distraction, content to be somewhere to sink into. Her skin felt as if static had built up into waves of it waiting to be released, and as she arched her back, she sighed at the pleasure that coursed through her as their skin brushed. Her breasts were far from large but they were enough to skim against his chest as she arched and that felt amazing.
Touching, exploring, that she could do for hours. It was intimate, thorough, and passionate. And she would give as good as she got, perhaps more. They had left the gitars behind and it was their bodies that set the melody, the counter, the flared and rose, fell, swelled bright in a chorus, settled to rise again.
Merry's lips found his again as she drew him a little closer, wanting his weight against her as she kissed him. There wasn't a battle here, just an intense, lovely duet.