girl talk

Crown tilted but it didn't fall. Cinnamon brow ascended into a higher position as she watched the ashen woman with increasing interest, offering a nod. She admited that the High Lord must be busy, running a Kingdom, but she was certain Leera was also well taken care of. If not by Tyranis than by herself. Leera takes care of Leera. It is not about love for you either. melodious tones hit the breeze, harmonious, dipped in the dulcet honey of foreign allure. She leaned in closer to the ashen female, if accepted, she would gently start to groom the woman fur around her shoulder with her incisors, smoothly, as to not bother their current conversation. I have no doubt you will be there when the time comes. I trust you. she surprised even herself with her last sentence but she decided to let it remain as it was. A sentence, a statement of their relationship. They started as rivals and look at them now, two dames, back to back, grooming and welcoming each other warmth. Two dragon ladies that found friendship in their rivalry. Her smirk broke the surface once more. But she knew it was better play these things coy. But oh, it was hard to resist the temptation of dangling the bait just out of the crocodile's reach. Her face remained passive as she watched the other draw closer, finding the warmth as comfortable as she did. She made no efforts to pull away and make any motion as she continued her gentle ministration. The babe found no discomfort in touching another, it was just something natural. Natural desires that needed to be fulfilled. So there she remained waiting, watching. How is he? in bed , gentle was her voice as it came out as a coo. Feigning innocence as the devilish smirk finally started to paint her beautiful, exotic visage. How was the night with him?



When you walk that walk.
And you talk that talk.