[ and she'll kick and scar him at every turn. Her eyes drifted closed, half lidded as she practically purred in slick pleasure at his sick perversions, the taste of blood on her lips a call to nip back, to taste his own blood again.
She was starving, but was full. She was bursting with restless energy, but trapped in the mingling of breath and flesh, her fingers yanking on hair as she moved, pressing first into him and then against Karl's hand. Her own rhythm was stilted, lacking grace as she twisted and bucked, frustrated.
She was, in a word, i>Diva, and while her body clenched tight around Karl's, she strove toward her peak. If Karl came with her, all the better, but with each tight clench of his hand on her hip, each droplet of blood on her lips, she lost another precious tendril of control. Rolling, she pinned him to the bed, riding him as she gave no thought to his pleasure, only her own.
Prostrated? Don't make her laugh. He was just the stepping stone to her passions, her needs. He was, simply, Karl. ]
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She was starving, but was full. She was bursting with restless energy, but trapped in the mingling of breath and flesh, her fingers yanking on hair as she moved, pressing first into him and then against Karl's hand. Her own rhythm was stilted, lacking grace as she twisted and bucked, frustrated.
She was, in a word, i>Diva, and while her body clenched tight around Karl's, she strove toward her peak. If Karl came with her, all the better, but with each tight clench of his hand on her hip, each droplet of blood on her lips, she lost another precious tendril of control. Rolling, she pinned him to the bed, riding him as she gave no thought to his pleasure, only her own.
Prostrated? Don't make her laugh. He was just the stepping stone to her passions, her needs. He was, simply, Karl. ]