(she doesn't mind the clumsy beginning; he still has her feeling blissfully full and the little nips of affection and the drag of his kisses over whatever skin he can reach has her sighing with pleasure. zatanna wraps her long legs around him, her heels digging into the small of his back to coax him deeper. as for her hands, she threads her fingers into his lovely pale hair.)
That's it, (she encourages, rolling her hips to meet him.) Have your fill, Aemond...of all of me.
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Date: 2024-11-23 11:11 pm (UTC)That's it, (she encourages, rolling her hips to meet him.) Have your fill, Aemond...of all of me.