Moonspear champagne

Ah! She fell onto her side once she was pushed, her limbs loose and enabling the attack as she more-than-willingly fell. And then he was upon her, and Hydra permitted this, too—his roughhousing was met with feathered nips that spanned the length of his jaw to the soft, plush area near his throat, hoping to sufficiently distract him with the perfectly administered dose of affection prior to making her grand getaway. She attempted to hold him in place, as though she herself was rooted, to give him the illusion that she had no intention of going anywhere else.