❛ 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐒 ! ❜

His praise sends a surge of warmth and arousal through her as her back arched against him, whining pathetically as it all became too much. She knew she looked quite a mess; the mirror situated at the end of the bed showed her as such; absolutely debauched in his arms, exposed with a thin sheen of sweat coating their skin.

His fingers trailed a path along her inner thigh, her arousal coating those fingers and trailing the slick along her skin as she came down from her most recent high. He had given her a moment to catch her breath, to come down from the high, before moving onto his next torment. Though, she wondered just how long he could last, what with his own arousal hard and pressed against her lower back.

KISSING WHERE SHOULDER MEETS NECK , percival slowly draws his gaze to marcella's face in the mirror &. smiles. the sight alone drives his own pleasure higher , seeing her so unraveled. when she turns , he slides his other hand form her breast to caress her cheek , the better to kiss her. he cannot help the slight bucking of his hips in response to the press against him. percy takes her jaw more firmly , making her look him in the eyes.

he finally ( reluctantly ) removes his other hand from in between her legs to take hold of his cock , angling himself underneath her. his head just brushes her entrance , a teasing touch.