I Like The Way It Hurts

Though inexperienced, he was confident at least. The man followed through with his thrusts and when she gave him free reign, he shifted so his strokes were deeper, rougher. As he hammered his body against hers, Cirrus moaned and groaned, the alcohol making her vocal and her actions freer. As he wrapped his arms around her, holding her up and pulling her into him, pale claws roamed over the brutes sides as she clung onto him. His growled out word of pleasure brought a choked moan from the fae. She did so love to hear the proof of pleasure from her lovers.

In time, the position became too much, which Cirrus could understand. It wasn't easy to pump into someone and hold them at the same time. The man released her, separating their bodies and the fae instantly felt the loss. Depositing himself onto his back, the man beckoned to her and the snow and charcoal fae wasted no time. Cirrus slid into his lap, small toes splayed out across his chest as she held her weight up. Tail curled above her spine as she lined up their bodies and oh so slowly sank back down atop him. A breathy moan pulled from the fae and a shudder coursed through her supple frame.

Cirrus was vocal, if anything. With her dainty paws still on the brute's chest, she looked down upon him with glimmering gold and blue eyes. "Just relax. Let me take care of you." She began to move her hips, her small, svelte body undulating as it rose and fell upon him. He was large and it took her a moment to find her rhythm as she was spread across his lap, but find it, she did. Claws pulled through the fur of his chest, toes pressed into the muscled flesh. Cirrus repeatedly rose and fell, taking him hard and fast, a growl on her peeled back lips. She was losing herself in this process and began slamming her body down with reckless abandon. Cirrus growled out her own, "Fuck..." as her climax came barreling towards her like a freight train.

"Cirrus"