MF Smut Scene: Matthias and Aurianna
TheCorsair
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- Dec 17, 2013
"You'd think I'd have a similar relationship with the truth."Matthias observed, enjoying the soectacle as Aurianna changed. "You know, what with having been a demon and all. I wonder if I'm just enjoying the novelty of not feeling compelled to be deceptive."
The gown she shrugged into made her even more arousing than simple nudity had done, and he found himself shifting his position a little as the blankets seemed to bind the proof of that arousal. As she slipped into bed with him, he found hinself wishing he was up to actually doing something with that arousal. But pkysiker's orders, and all that.
Her kiss strongky tested that resolve.
It started innocently enough. A simple, affectionate kiss that quickly turned deeper and more interesting. Soon her fingers were tangled in his hair as his hands roamed her curves, and her calf hooked around his thigh as they ground into one another, and he could taste the alcohol on her tongue. He gasped for breath as their lips parted. "You've been drinking," he said, gently catching her lower lip with his teeth.
He pulled her close, feeling her softness against him, and kissed her in return. His tinguecslipped into her mouth, tasting and exploring, and one hand slid down her thigh and under her skirt. A small sound of pleasure escaped him as he caressed the sleek flesh beneath. "I want you," he whispered.
His fingers gripped and squeezed the curve of her rear, puling her hips tight against him as he explored. One finger traced the damp lips of her slit, and he nipped gently at her jaw. "It'll need to be soft, and quiet," he whispered, lips tracing her throat as he dampened his finger with her juices. "But I want to look into your eyes as you cum for me."
The gown she shrugged into made her even more arousing than simple nudity had done, and he found himself shifting his position a little as the blankets seemed to bind the proof of that arousal. As she slipped into bed with him, he found hinself wishing he was up to actually doing something with that arousal. But pkysiker's orders, and all that.
Her kiss strongky tested that resolve.
It started innocently enough. A simple, affectionate kiss that quickly turned deeper and more interesting. Soon her fingers were tangled in his hair as his hands roamed her curves, and her calf hooked around his thigh as they ground into one another, and he could taste the alcohol on her tongue. He gasped for breath as their lips parted. "You've been drinking," he said, gently catching her lower lip with his teeth.
He pulled her close, feeling her softness against him, and kissed her in return. His tinguecslipped into her mouth, tasting and exploring, and one hand slid down her thigh and under her skirt. A small sound of pleasure escaped him as he caressed the sleek flesh beneath. "I want you," he whispered.
His fingers gripped and squeezed the curve of her rear, puling her hips tight against him as he explored. One finger traced the damp lips of her slit, and he nipped gently at her jaw. "It'll need to be soft, and quiet," he whispered, lips tracing her throat as he dampened his finger with her juices. "But I want to look into your eyes as you cum for me."