From the Thrift Shop Down the Road
08-27-2013, 11:02 PM
She couldn't help but smile amusedly when his lyrics found their way to her ruby audits. He would try to warn her of his next actions, it was hard for her to hold back much more. She would just have to prove her worth as a lover to him, though small she could hold her own when she needed. His lovely alabaster form would rise gracefully above her, moments later his arms would rest upon her instead of the ground. Her legs were sturdy, and she held his weight with the slightest of difficulty. She was considerably smaller, but she was built well. The familiar sensation of weight pressing down on her was no help to her addiction, she could feel the not so gentle tug of withdrawal. A moan of larger proportion than intended upon slipped past her unguarded lips. Her head rearing back to slip a look at the royal who had claimed her. "I'm a bit tougher than I look, your Highness." She smiled excitedly at the prospects before her. |