[In he goes, helpless against her, arms wrapping around her as he's yanked close to crane his head down to meet her own as she whispers against his mouth. Her real strength is hidden beneath that smaller frame of hers, something that always is a pleasant surprise when she shows it off, and now is no exception. He grins at her words, letting his eyes half-lid to look down at his fiery, conniving little bunny girl who's got plans for him that certainly involve making him melt underneath her will. There's a certain greedy need that wells up inside of him that begs for her to force him down, kneel to her whims and obey her words without question. It all starts with their kiss, opening his mouth to let her in as she asks, letting his tongue dance with her own and enjoying the sweet taste of her on his lips. His erection throbs against the pressure of her leg, moans spilling into her mouth as their bodies tangle more and his hands sweep over every inch of her.
Where her hand searches his stomach, his wander to grip into her butt, her hips, and her sides- every bit of her skin driving him more and more crazy for her. Yoimiya's fingertips finally, finally release him from his prison feels liberating, giving him the freedom he'd been looking for to be able to please her endlessly. Childe lets out a hungry, relieved sigh as soon as his pants and underwear finally fall to the floor, electricity running through him as she teases his cock. His breath is heavy, looking back at her expectantly as she pulls away, his skin tingling where the ghost of her touch lingers on his length.]
You know, I've heard the best way to train is to use positive reinforcement.
[Tartaglia's hand snakes down to take her own, guiding it back towards him as he leans in to press his lips to hers once more, short and deep.]
dude i was trying to write this while watching wrestling and it was so hard LOL
Where her hand searches his stomach, his wander to grip into her butt, her hips, and her sides- every bit of her skin driving him more and more crazy for her. Yoimiya's fingertips finally, finally release him from his prison feels liberating, giving him the freedom he'd been looking for to be able to please her endlessly. Childe lets out a hungry, relieved sigh as soon as his pants and underwear finally fall to the floor, electricity running through him as she teases his cock. His breath is heavy, looking back at her expectantly as she pulls away, his skin tingling where the ghost of her touch lingers on his length.]
You know, I've heard the best way to train is to use positive reinforcement.
[Tartaglia's hand snakes down to take her own, guiding it back towards him as he leans in to press his lips to hers once more, short and deep.]