illie, sap sipper
she/her
27
september 23rd
snowpoint city, sinnoh
bi curious
geneticist, alchemist
head professor
you caged me and then you called me crazy; i am what i am 'cause you trained me.
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illeana reyes
kingslayer
POSTED ON Mar 22, 2021 17:34:03 GMT
[attr="class","illie"] [attr="class","illie b"] [attr="class","illie i"]each movement, each press of lips brings with it an urgency. like running out of air, like gulping down this lustful affection as if it’s all that will keep her head above water. he matches the energy, matches the rhythm of her lips, drinks left ignored in favor of whatever this is to become. ”how?” she murmurs. good, bad. there’s a line between the two drawn in loose sand and quickly fading. carnal instincts erase all sense of logic, all reason. and instead of hearing his concern, all she sees is pleasure red. ”are you no longer capable of being professional, fernando?” it’s barely above a whisper, punctured by butterfly kisses peppered up his neck. two can play at a game of temptation, a game of breaking the other first. which one will cave? her or him? with his hands pressed to the inside of her thighs, it’s evident that role of giving in will be hers. it shows in the look she gives him, torn between want and reason. challenge and temptation. touch goes over whatever reason she might have and she sighs. it’s easy to give in when presented with the opportunity. ”and if i don’t drop out?” despite the flush of her cheeks and the way her body leans into touch, she offers a challenge back in the face of doubt. ”if i wasn’t ready, i wouldn’t be here.”there’s a pause, a deliberation. and then, softly, ”what are you afraid of?”
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