Heron Lake Plateau she's so paris when we kiss

Aria sighs softly, returning his gentle kisses and grooming, his teeth finding the edge of his single ear. She bites softly at it as he preens at her cheeks, whispering softly into it. "I will miss you, Casmir," she says before beginning to nibble again. She leans her chest further into him, a foot stepping between his to balance her weight comfortably. It is true. The pair is not fit for one another, but she will miss him dearly. Whatever strange puppy love she had for him will always remain-- even if she could not make him stay.