[ Fjord's no nonsense approach is to grab a pillow and pull it under Jester's hips so she's even further exposed, skirt flung up as Fjord sits back and takes a look at what he was imagining when downstairs. She's violet and a little pink where her body has flushed, shining with slick, and he inadvertently licks his lips. He feels a low noise like a growl lodge in his throat. ]
You can hold onto my hair, if you need to.
[ The cocky words muffle as he settles down to lick a long, flat stripe, the salty taste of her consuming his senses as his tongue parts her folds this time, lips lightly sucking. ]
no subject
You bet I am.
[ Fjord's no nonsense approach is to grab a pillow and pull it under Jester's hips so she's even further exposed, skirt flung up as Fjord sits back and takes a look at what he was imagining when downstairs. She's violet and a little pink where her body has flushed, shining with slick, and he inadvertently licks his lips. He feels a low noise like a growl lodge in his throat. ]
You can hold onto my hair, if you need to.
[ The cocky words muffle as he settles down to lick a long, flat stripe, the salty taste of her consuming his senses as his tongue parts her folds this time, lips lightly sucking. ]