[ what kind of madwoman writes w a blank check like that? w even blinks owlishly in the fleeting moment after her response registers, wondering. she's learned some hard lessons in the past about how quickly she can get carried away and she's really not the sort of girl who will tear and tear and tear away at a thing just for the pleasure of watching it fall to pieces anymore. but she's also never fucking told anybody that.
if these were any other circumstances, she might laugh or tease or press that advantage for fun. her body reacts first, though, her hips rolling back against the luxurious ache of those nails, her mouth so full of soft, warm flesh that her sigh becomes a drifting, soundless vibration. one hand weaves between them, finally tracing those gruesome scars texas carries from battles of the past, finally squeezing into those strong hips, at last raking texas's underwear down her thighs.
she's never touched anybody like this before, barely herself. there's a soft hiss when her fingers are near enough to realize how wet texas feels, a sensation that makes her leg squeeze tighter around texas's hip, makes her rub her own damp crotch against her thigh. her mouth goes wandering, her tongue stinging at the column of texas's throat as she pulls her head back by the fingers grasping tightly in her hair, and those teeth...
w isn't afraid of them. she flicks her tongue between those lethal points to prove it as she eagerly crushes texas back against the door, as she begins to run her fingers up and down the soft, dripping flesh of texas's cunt. ]
How?
[ she doesn't need a map or anything, obviously, she's got the same parts. but she's also not about to start digging into someone who wouldn't want that. it's tempting, when whisking her fingers over that little hole makes them come away silky with slick, but she's quickly discovering it's nice to spread that around and get her fingers rubbing wet against her swollen lips and the hardening clit between them. ]
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if these were any other circumstances, she might laugh or tease or press that advantage for fun. her body reacts first, though, her hips rolling back against the luxurious ache of those nails, her mouth so full of soft, warm flesh that her sigh becomes a drifting, soundless vibration. one hand weaves between them, finally tracing those gruesome scars texas carries from battles of the past, finally squeezing into those strong hips, at last raking texas's underwear down her thighs.
she's never touched anybody like this before, barely herself. there's a soft hiss when her fingers are near enough to realize how wet texas feels, a sensation that makes her leg squeeze tighter around texas's hip, makes her rub her own damp crotch against her thigh. her mouth goes wandering, her tongue stinging at the column of texas's throat as she pulls her head back by the fingers grasping tightly in her hair, and those teeth...
w isn't afraid of them. she flicks her tongue between those lethal points to prove it as she eagerly crushes texas back against the door, as she begins to run her fingers up and down the soft, dripping flesh of texas's cunt. ]
How?
[ she doesn't need a map or anything, obviously, she's got the same parts. but she's also not about to start digging into someone who wouldn't want that. it's tempting, when whisking her fingers over that little hole makes them come away silky with slick, but she's quickly discovering it's nice to spread that around and get her fingers rubbing wet against her swollen lips and the hardening clit between them. ]
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