[ their bones hit together and it ought to make them stop. but Nero welcomes it. whenever she's moved out enough, she comes back so parts strike each other. knees and hips. ribs and wrists. a long legs knocking into muscled ones. there's less bouncing now but all the better. an angle meant to touch his hair and kiss his chest. and still remain around him, so his arms and breath envelop her.
Nero wants to be touched. Robin obliges. seizes hold of her and won't let go, though her ass ripples and clenches with the motion of her hips. hair gets in the way, in between their bodies. she doesn't mind. her face is split only in smiles, reflecting the firing of her physical nerves. there's only so long they have manifested forms, after all. too appreciate the carnal things one does with them. ]
But it'd be fun.
[ fun. fun. this is all for fun - to have fun with someone that you enjoy the company of. and there's no fun if you're the only one participating. orgies lose their fun when people drum their fingers, bored, while taking it up the ass. she's not Gilgamesh. she doesn't get off on everybody else having a bad time. Nero loves it when what she does bring people ecstasy - when they tell her how amazing, talented, wonderful, magnificent, astonishing, beautiful, magnanimous -
also, well. Robin's either frowning or smirking, and Nero wants to know what he looks like when he comes.
he knows what her expression looks like. when Nero alternates between biting her lips and sobbing. shouting up into the ceiling instead of the sky, this time, and digging into his skin and hair and whatever parts of him her hands land on. Nero exhausts but hardly ever exhausted - her hips grind and her cunt takes in. whatever discomfort long, long gone as she takes it to the hilt, to the rest of him. ]
Gods above --! Yes, yes - this - missed this.
Tell me you want me. Tell me, May King. [ as she deafens you with a bellow right into his ear, a full-bodied sound he'll feel in his dick from how it shakes her there. ] Tell me this is how you like it.
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[ their bones hit together and it ought to make them stop. but Nero welcomes it. whenever she's moved out enough, she comes back so parts strike each other. knees and hips. ribs and wrists. a long legs knocking into muscled ones. there's less bouncing now but all the better. an angle meant to touch his hair and kiss his chest. and still remain around him, so his arms and breath envelop her.
Nero wants to be touched. Robin obliges. seizes hold of her and won't let go, though her ass ripples and clenches with the motion of her hips. hair gets in the way, in between their bodies. she doesn't mind. her face is split only in smiles, reflecting the firing of her physical nerves. there's only so long they have manifested forms, after all. too appreciate the carnal things one does with them. ]
But it'd be fun.
[ fun. fun. this is all for fun - to have fun with someone that you enjoy the company of. and there's no fun if you're the only one participating. orgies lose their fun when people drum their fingers, bored, while taking it up the ass. she's not Gilgamesh. she doesn't get off on everybody else having a bad time. Nero loves it when what she does bring people ecstasy - when they tell her how amazing, talented, wonderful, magnificent, astonishing, beautiful, magnanimous -
also, well. Robin's either frowning or smirking, and Nero wants to know what he looks like when he comes.
he knows what her expression looks like. when Nero alternates between biting her lips and sobbing. shouting up into the ceiling instead of the sky, this time, and digging into his skin and hair and whatever parts of him her hands land on. Nero exhausts but hardly ever exhausted - her hips grind and her cunt takes in. whatever discomfort long, long gone as she takes it to the hilt, to the rest of him. ]
Gods above --! Yes, yes - this - missed this.
Tell me you want me. Tell me, May King. [ as she deafens you with a bellow right into his ear, a full-bodied sound he'll feel in his dick from how it shakes her there. ] Tell me this is how you like it.