[ She kisses his nose, first. Gentle-sweet peck the to pointed, crooked edge of it. Next she kisses his mottled cheek, where the skins all pinched and angry-tight under the black hole of his damaged eye.
She has never loved anything the way she loves Silco. She has never been loved the way Silco loves her, so steadfast and true; no need forgiveness, no need for apologies. This is who she is, and that’s all there is to it: acceptance, grace, understanding.
If she could, she would savour his vulnerability like sweet-caramel. Take her time to devour it piece by piece. The problem is, Jinx always eats things whole.
She kisses him like a starved child. Presses her mouth to his and licks her way inside, home sweet home, till death do they part. She sighs like a hungry dog, pulled away from the taste of him to push him onto the bed. Necessary evils.
Her tongue tastes her own lips as she crawls over him, cat-like and prowling. Her ass settles against his cock, hair pooling at his thighs. She tugs the strings of her corset real slow, and tilts her head. ]
Which hole do you want first daddy? [ Maybe she should be gentler about it. Maybe she should be less crude, more coy, more angelic.
Fuck that. She’s starving for it.
The lace tugs free from each eyelet one by one, slowslowslow.] My mouth? My cunt? My ass?
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She has never loved anything the way she loves Silco. She has never been loved the way Silco loves her, so steadfast and true; no need forgiveness, no need for apologies. This is who she is, and that’s all there is to it: acceptance, grace, understanding.
If she could, she would savour his vulnerability like sweet-caramel. Take her time to devour it piece by piece. The problem is, Jinx always eats things whole.
She kisses him like a starved child. Presses her mouth to his and licks her way inside, home sweet home, till death do they part. She sighs like a hungry dog, pulled away from the taste of him to push him onto the bed. Necessary evils.
Her tongue tastes her own lips as she crawls over him, cat-like and prowling. Her ass settles against his cock, hair pooling at his thighs. She tugs the strings of her corset real slow, and tilts her head. ]
Which hole do you want first daddy? [ Maybe she should be gentler about it. Maybe she should be less crude, more coy, more angelic.
Fuck that. She’s starving for it.
The lace tugs free from each eyelet one by one, slowslowslow.] My mouth? My cunt? My ass?