[ w's been sharing barstools with seasoned mercenaries since she was a tiny tyke — she's got the mouth and then some. it's a point of pride for her, same as it was when she could hold her own on the battlefield too, when she could become one of them herself. texas is obviously cut from a different cloth, but why count her out of the fun? in fact, why let her count herself out of the fun at all? w's always wanted to be somebody's bad influence.
it doesn't seem like texas is going to start punching at her head or anything, though that leg wrapping around her does give w a reason to go still and careful for a moment. it's just what she did to texas herself, but go figure, w barely trusts even the most innocuous gestures towards her person. she can talk shit and tease like a pro, but she's definitely not yet used to touch at all.
she shrugs it off easy enough, resuming her little train of bites. the inner thigh's the most sensitive, where all the juiciest, most fatal arteries are, and it's delicious to sink her teeth in there too. she rakes her teeth right up to the very joint of texas's leg, then casts a low-lidded glance back up at her. ]
Maybe I wanna make you one of those meals. Chew you up piece by piece and show you what a dirty mouth I've got.
[ she bites little fading, pink crescents into the hard muscle of texas's abdomen, her fingers ticking over her stomach and pinching at texas's nipples. where she's settled between texas's thighs, she's fucking immersed in the scent of her arousal, such a heady fragrance she's almost whimpering with every low-trailing crunch of her teeth, but her head tilts before she can quite make it back to texas's pussy. instead, she'll start nipping at her other thigh, smirkingly pleased with herself. ]
I don't wanna hear a word from you unless it's dirty too. Now that I know you can speak my language, you're gonna have to use it if you want a fucking thing from me.
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[ w's been sharing barstools with seasoned mercenaries since she was a tiny tyke — she's got the mouth and then some. it's a point of pride for her, same as it was when she could hold her own on the battlefield too, when she could become one of them herself. texas is obviously cut from a different cloth, but why count her out of the fun? in fact, why let her count herself out of the fun at all? w's always wanted to be somebody's bad influence.
it doesn't seem like texas is going to start punching at her head or anything, though that leg wrapping around her does give w a reason to go still and careful for a moment. it's just what she did to texas herself, but go figure, w barely trusts even the most innocuous gestures towards her person. she can talk shit and tease like a pro, but she's definitely not yet used to touch at all.
she shrugs it off easy enough, resuming her little train of bites. the inner thigh's the most sensitive, where all the juiciest, most fatal arteries are, and it's delicious to sink her teeth in there too. she rakes her teeth right up to the very joint of texas's leg, then casts a low-lidded glance back up at her. ]
Maybe I wanna make you one of those meals. Chew you up piece by piece and show you what a dirty mouth I've got.
[ she bites little fading, pink crescents into the hard muscle of texas's abdomen, her fingers ticking over her stomach and pinching at texas's nipples. where she's settled between texas's thighs, she's fucking immersed in the scent of her arousal, such a heady fragrance she's almost whimpering with every low-trailing crunch of her teeth, but her head tilts before she can quite make it back to texas's pussy. instead, she'll start nipping at her other thigh, smirkingly pleased with herself. ]
I don't wanna hear a word from you unless it's dirty too. Now that I know you can speak my language, you're gonna have to use it if you want a fucking thing from me.