fingers travel over taut stomachs, passion swirling like a churning tide, slithering downward over smoothly shaven mounds, thighs bloom open displaying slick shameless flesh, smudging coral stripes beneath lecherous fingers, dipping between molten folds
cyn:
growls of delight erupting from lips as tongues tangle in a dual of passion, nectar laden thighs and exploring fingers delving into the other's crevices, stroking and teasing, evoking animalistic passions as they roll upon the floor before their gaze
nancy:
offers up a corrupt display of creamy flesh, shocking contrast of ink and flame swirling in silken locks, a sultry grind of sleek thighs press forward with each carnal thrust, bands of burnt sienna and marigold smearing, a kalika wails in sultry torment
cyn:
tongues twisting to taste, fingers delving into caverns glistening with the
enticing nectar of the gods, hips thrusting in an age-old rhythm, tangling limbs and entwined breaths, the ever growing lute's pitch matching the rising passions of slut flesh
nancy:
ensnared in the echo of their own lustful cries, locked in a tangle of licentious barbaric flesh, honey laden fingers advance and retreat, moans of desire and
raw want cover pleased growls of those that watch, sensing the stirring of lust around them
cyn:
tormented tender berried nipples between teeth as hips rock forward, driving delving digits even deeper between trembling thighs, lost in the storm of
sensation and the sweetness of willing flesh, panting as moans were mingled with snarls of need
nancy:
fingers delve deeper and faster, a driving drum beat thrusting them into a fury, beasts crying out in reckless abandon, the eager eyes of the audience lost in the flames that would consume them all, sucking them into the chaos, evoking a visceral response
cyn:
arching decadently curved frames in a writhing of naked flesh and silken locks, the sheen of sweat glistening on pliant limbs locked together in a frenzied embrace, the shudders overcoming them both as nirvana descends in savage pounding waves
nancy:
soft purrs of satiated sluts escape breathlessly to greet the hushed crowd, two
sets of glowing eyes lifting simultaneously and as if on cue, a soft growl emits from twin creatures, defying those that would dare to tame wild branded beasts
of Torvaldsland
cyn:
{forever His sluts}
nancy:
High Jarl Aquinoth - Tyrs Fist Stronghold
Newly-Collared | Panther | Pole | Sa-eela | Seduction |
Six-Thong | Submission | Tether | Tile (dual) |
Tile (single) | Veil | Whip |
