poseidon juice

          “You like me for me, right?” Una laid back on the bed. As it was, she’d taken it upon herself to laze around in a towel post-shower instead of getting dressed. With the sultry weather making even the hardiest individuals melt, she reckoned that she might as well wear as little as she could get away with. “For my brain and stuff like that. That makes me really, really happy.” Her face began to grow warm. “You might be the only person who’s even hinted at that. It’s...weird.” And more frustratingly, it created a tight heat in her lower regions. It felt wrong, perverse, but she had to question it. “Peter, you think I’m pretty too, right? You don’t think my body has funny proportions or anything?”

“Ah, th’type who likes t’be on top huh? M’not surprised by tha’…But I like a girl who wants t’be on top. S’more fun fer me. Plus, I bet tha’ soft ass of yours is gonna be real nice t’hold.”

Connor couldn’t help but to give a grin to the girl as he let one hand slip under her top, and give a gentle squeeze to one of her breasts. He was making a bit of progress. After all, now he knew a bit more about her.

“I like bein’ a bit rough. But tha’ would have ya on yer hands ‘nd knees.”

       “If you like a large bum, how do you feel about thighs? Have you ever considered sticking your cock between them and letting anyone pleasure you that way? I’ve got to say, that sounds like it could be a fun time.” She raised her eyebrows in question as she guided his hand, instructing him to toy with her nipples. Already stiff, she wouldn’t be surprised if they showed through the material of her blouse.

I think you just killed him xD his head now might explode from embarrassment!

ft. @galaxybeginnings || no. 42

your muse fingers my muse

pls dont pucker ur asshole again

i,

nvr mind i want out

          “Kita, you dirty boy! Wash your mouth with soap—then maybe we can play.”

“Well, maybe y’should tell me more ‘bout yerself. It’d make this easier y’know…”

Connor wasn’t the judgmental type. Everyone had their interests as far as he was concerned. Right now, it seemed like theirs were aligned. In the whole of being pleasured by one another. He was fine with that. He held her hips in his hands, before letting one hand give her rear a slight squeeze.

“I can respect tha’. Besides, I like th’good girls. Yer th’ones tha’ usually have th’most fun. Ya th’type t’like bein’ on th’guy’s lap, or d’ya want me t’press ya against th’wall?”

       She murmured her agreement. It was logical. If they were going to do this, they at least had to be aware of each other’s interests and boundaries. She began to ease her skirt up her legs. It was among her favorite aspects of unrestricting clothing. Crotchhless panties would have made the job even easier, but she wasn’t feeling quite confident enough for that level of eroticism. 

“Yeah yeah. Don’ worry. C’mon then.”

Connor figures he may as well start everything, seeing as they are somewhat secluded right now, a kiss is simple enough. He leaned forward and pressed a firm kiss to Una’s lips. Of course, he’s letting his hands wander a bit. He relented a bit, to mumble against her lips.

“Y’know…Didn’t think ya were th’type. T’be tha’ bold.”

       “It sounds like there’s a lot you don’t know about me.” 

        She moved her lips against his own, pulling his hands to feel at her hips. “I’m still a good girl. Sometimes I do naughty things, but it doesn’t make me bad.” He was right, however, in that she didn’t often express her interests so frankly, even if they burned inside her. He didn’t need to know it. Nothing to stroke his ego. Her fingers danced against his chest.