She's My Collar (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

[PoisonousIvee]

"I pray you cam find it in your heart to forgive me..~" He said softly.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

“I might be able to..~” she said.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"What can I do to gain your forgiveness...~?"

 

[Mr.Aznable]

“You’re an imaginative sort, I’m sure you can think of something..~”

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He hummed and moved lower, holding her legs open and worshipping her legs.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

She melted, her face flushing to the tips of her ears.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He noticed and continued, loving that she was enjoying herself.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

She melted snd played with his hair, her breathing increasing slowly.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He moaned softly under her touch and moved his kisses and licks slowly across her legs and back.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

“V-Very good, Orin..~” she let out as a soft moan.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He moaned softly, appreciating the praise, and continued his machinations.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

She ran her nails against his scalp slowly, making a low noise.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He kissed gently around her heat, teasing her clit as he did.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

She arched hard, gasping and trying to keep quiet.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He noticed and did it at random, loving her reactions.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

She was trying to keep quiet, trying not to show too much of a reaction to him.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He could see right through her, read her like a book as he kept it up.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

She was getting sloppy, gasping and panting quietly, squirming and shifting.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"Everything alright, Lyra...~?" He asked.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

She cleared her throat and nodded. “Y-Yes..”

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He chuckled amusedly before continuing, "Very well~"

 

[Mr.Aznable]

She shuddered and hit back a whine as she looked down at him.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He looked content where he was, her legs loose around his head.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

She randomly squeezed her legs tight around his head, her eyes rolling back as she managed to quiet low moans.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He wanted her to beg, loving the quiet moans she made.