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Manis..

relentless, and cruel as ever. “Then, how about my treat? Are you perhaps one to drink coffee? Or more to tea-person, Sir Haugen?” — @Vaenguard.

seeing how you pull me out of the room. They are alike of how a prince would pull a princess. Out of fairytale movies.” She nodded, appreciating the gesture of having a warmer coat enveloping her. “And thank you for the coat. It is quite a winter today.“ Cold,

growing in the land. As experience accumulated, Iruna can somewhat believe in her gut feelings as wrinkle of weariness surfaced upon her face; they unmasked, leaving behind the husk of elegance and perfection shined underneath the Gala. “It’s an expression as simple as

One of her palm presses a part of her lower belly, pressing unto a small bulge of his manhood. “Y—you’re deep here~” — @Vaenguard.

She winces. There is a tiny bit of pain slithering through as his shaft tore her apart. But her cavern is dripping fluid akin to a flood, it’s impossible for her to hold her debauched moans, lusty giggles, and panting all combined. “Hehe~ Stian, you see?”

of her mounds rubbed over his chest. Iruna shifted her position; lifting her rear and positioned her entrance before his length. With an arm to hold and support her breast from spilling freely, Iruna mount over him in a fluid motion; devouring his whole shaft. “Ahkh—“

One of her free hands traced over her own soaked inner thigh, fingers playing along as her fingers are wet, only to be licked alike a kid sucking their leftover crumbs. “How badly I wanted it?” Iruna slouched over him, trapping him in between her hands as she let the softness

back arch as she spasms; welcoming the heavenly pleasure her with an open thigh—utterly soaked. With eyelids so heavy, Iruna is either drunk or hazed—or still trapped within the realm of dreams, giggles escaped her parted lips as she leaned her head into her husband’s shoulder.

mingled with her laughter. So genuine, so bright. The diminished light in her eyes return. They no longer were beaten by cascade of formalities under the grander light. “Why are we suddenly running like a movie? You might have a knack in acting.” — @Vaenguard.

Her feet, draped in heels, had no choice but to follow his lead; making an impromptu exit. Soon after, the scenery of the crowd and the grand decorations had turned into the familiar winter sky spectacled from the big window. “… Sir Haugen,” she sighed; heavy breaths

with the sea’s savage waves. And those images came to a halt by the sensation of an unfamiliar hand. It hold hers, pulling her away from the crowd. Cutting short her train of thought while her eyes widened, looking baffled as Stian led her away. “Huh—Sir Haugen?”

with sailors’ boats riding along the big wave. The thunder may have or may have not crashed and tore them apart, but perhaps there is something being built among the sailors: a resilient will. Maybe Iruna, too, would know better once she had ebbed and flowed

“A storm, after all, is still a symphony composed by the great mother nature and thus, they perhaps differ in the scale. In the end of the day, beauty is in the eyes of their beholder.” The imagery of a chaos ensued in her heard. A thunderstorm in the middle of an ocean

the impact of his own to her—when he need not to do so in the first place—had managed to struck a heartstring of her own. “Both still work in a similar manner to my eyes, Mister Haugen.” She solemnly delved deep to her own thoughts, following the tide of his words.

Menguap.

her swollen clit and the dripping wetness as she shakes her hips vigorously is heavenly. Iruna couldn’t stop herself from gasping; each of its clashing brought her quivering. — @Vaenguard.

her own wet silken folds—soaked with excitement—to play against the root of his throbbing member. “Stianh— .. this is so nice..” She jolted. Head fuzzy with the ecstasy weaving her nerve to the edge. He is not yet inside her, but the sensation of his length brushing over

The fragrant of Stian’s manhood is sultry with a rather masculine touch, yet the lady’s keen’s sense of smell doesn’t find it filthy. She shifted her position, her fingertips strode along his shaft, indulging themselves in their own joy as she leaned against him,