affini gently grabbing your chin, raising your eyes to meet hers. shimmering gold with pulses of a beautiful, deep purple. she reaches down with a vine and cradles your face with a soft flower. it’s so delicate and yet you know you couldn’t remove it even if you tried, though of course you won’t. you notice a sweet smell, like a strawberry milkshake.

“eyes on me, petal. just breathe, slowly and deeply.”

your insides start to feel fuzzy, and you melt even further into your mistresses arms. a deep warmth radiates from your chest, like the most pleasant drink of hot chocolate after a snowy day.

“you’re doing such a good job for me sweetie, today’s cocktail will make you so nice and relaxed for me.”

le fashion? style? if I can out dress him I can certainly outsmart him!!!!!

Vs

David sits in front of the mirror, with a squirming and whimpering Angel between his thick sweat-studded thighs that bulge out of the shorts he decided to wear that morning.

From this position, he can see all of Angel's neediness in the reflection of the mirror. He works at them...Tapping, and swirling and rubbing and tracing and teasing his fingers where they are most desperate for him.

His fingers-- his thick, firm and slightly calloused fingers-- are coated in Angel's delectable essence, so wet and warm.

Their head leans forward, bowing as if in a pleading prayer, begging ineligible, as they ask for all of him. The way they say his name feels like honey covering the depths of his core.

Their eyes are squeezed shut, focusing on all the pleasure that David's fingers give as an offering to his Angel. He chuckles lowly against their ear; now, now, that simply will not do.

"Don't close your eyes, I want you to watch what I do to you," his voice is breathless, husky, eager in their ear. It sends hot licks to their stomach as they arch their back pushing their ass into his hardened length-- David grits back a sinful moan-- and the back of their head into his chest.

Angel's eyes flutter open and they catch sight of themselves in the reflective surface. They look like a mess. Their lips curl up, in a dazed smile. A hot mess. Thanks to those fingers.

David smiles gleefully at their expression, before he fixes his free arm, just under their chin. "You know what to do, just don't take your eyes off of your beautiful self."

He's right. Angel does know what to do, in fact...it's their pleasure. With their eyes still ahead, they angle their head slightly downward and bite into the glorious muscles he has presented them.

They suck and lap and kiss his arm, basically in heaven at this point.

David nuzzles into the side of their face, nipping at their ear. "You want people to know I belong to you so bad, right? Mark me then." He almost melts as Angel starts grinding into and up against him like an animal, driven by nothing more than their carnal desires.

His laugh that follows is so smug that it only turns Angel on more. They talk a big game, they tease and simper, but at the end of the day, they love nothing more that to be a pleading mess in their husband's arms.