[ ishmael can only watch his hands from here, breathing out the air she didn't know she was holding in when he exposes her clothed chest to the hidden cameras. no telling if the final product will hide her inked shoulders, what with how all-encompassing her suit is, but the smattering of freckles below her collarbone and between her cleavage is alluring to look at nonetheless. the black lacy bra definitely helps.
she continues staring at his hands traveling further down, unzipping her skirt for easier access, and her breath begins to stutter once she feels his fingers against her bare skin. her eyes begin to dart back and forth to see if anyone around them is seeing this, and she almost sighs in relief only to bite back a moan when blade traces slow, ruinous circles around her already sensitive clit. she jostles in front of him, hips jerking against his crotch as her hand moves from blade's waist to his hand between her legs as if to pull it away, only to encourage him by urging him to go deeper. her other hand, meanwhile, clasps over her own mouth to keep herself from making any more loud noises.
it's a struggle, trying to keep it down to avoid attracting any attention, but she's starting to find the inherent danger of getting caught exciting. she leans further backwards, griding her backside against blade's front, shifting her hand from her mouth to the glass window in front of them for balance as she tries to crane her head around to try to take a peek at blade while breathing through her half-open mouth. ]
Bl--
[ then she remembers that she's not supposed to recognize him in this scenario, and she quickly ducks her head down and bite her lower lip. dammit. instead, she'll let her hips do the talking instead. ]
no subject
she continues staring at his hands traveling further down, unzipping her skirt for easier access, and her breath begins to stutter once she feels his fingers against her bare skin. her eyes begin to dart back and forth to see if anyone around them is seeing this, and she almost sighs in relief only to bite back a moan when blade traces slow, ruinous circles around her already sensitive clit. she jostles in front of him, hips jerking against his crotch as her hand moves from blade's waist to his hand between her legs as if to pull it away, only to encourage him by urging him to go deeper. her other hand, meanwhile, clasps over her own mouth to keep herself from making any more loud noises.
it's a struggle, trying to keep it down to avoid attracting any attention, but she's starting to find the inherent danger of getting caught exciting. she leans further backwards, griding her backside against blade's front, shifting her hand from her mouth to the glass window in front of them for balance as she tries to crane her head around to try to take a peek at blade while breathing through her half-open mouth. ]
Bl--
[ then she remembers that she's not supposed to recognize him in this scenario, and she quickly ducks her head down and bite her lower lip. dammit. instead, she'll let her hips do the talking instead. ]