Right now, she couldn’t care anymore, as her denial washed over in a blink of an eye. Skin-ship now held a priority she didn’t know to grow within her. And, for it to come from Trust, who in the same way felt the urge she just described in a weirdly masculine definition of possessive and obsessive skin-ship.
Since this short brainstorm; kisses, and orgasms felt like an exclusivity they, now, must nurture. In the twelve hours, they were together; both fucked like fictional rabbits in the mercy of a fanfic erotica writer.
Despite this slightly unfortunate proactivity, they still have the sanity to be survival-minded beings. The first hour of Trust’s return to his human form, the lower part of his right eye still sported burnt skin, framing it like a dragon and creating a scab-like frame. Uncomfortable dryness poked his eyeballs now and then when he didn’t squint or let his eyes remain open for quite some time. Due to this unfortunate skin graft di
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His hands ceremoniously hovered on Betts’s waist as he languidly pressed his lips on hers. Licking her lips then softly pecking it, he massaged her breast, sending her body in an itchy tingle. “Betts,” he whispered. “I can’t fuck you tonight.” His voice was husky, but his mind’s eye reeling and panicking as he sensed a presence of a group of people, mixed with a select creature’s, just a block away. “You’ll have to be happy with my fingers.” Saying this, Betts held his hand and shoved it between her legs. She guided his finger to her wet labia. Then extended her hand to his crotch, massaging his erection from outside the pants he wore. “Spoil me.” She breathily whispered, her face rubbing his cheeks. The burning blood rushes into his head as his dick starts to numb the warning he had been feeling, biting her cheeks and growling at her disobedience. He manages to pull her in a sitting position and sit her on his lap. Her hands pulling out his erection
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“Yeah! Holy, how are you—where are you both?” Aurea said, looking around at the darkness of the parking lot, illuminated only by the moon above. “Hon’, oh lord. My panic hit so high. Everything is all high. I cannot even think clear like that good mother pie my grandma always baked. Still, your voice is god-send to know another life survived is such a pull.”“There’s nothing good to hear but other people more, now, than I think I’d be happy about.” Answered Betts, her voice lilted high as she ended her words. “Where are you now? Are you all safe?”“Girl. We're still in the vicinity of the hospital.” Aurea looked back at the group she was with. “How about you? Are you really with Bert?”Aurea heard a shuffling before Betts voice of “Yeah.”“He’s...well, he’s not here right now. But, we’ve been spending time here in the hospita
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