Cerulean Cape stonefox [m]

The tugging deep within her loins evinced her desire. His maw trailed over her curves, brushing right there and moved up her spine, kissing each of her hairs that razed his enchanting lips. Olive struggled to create movement or sound; her body had been incapacitated by the very want of him. The maiden stood, locked knees and lock jawed, trembling beneath his touch. Olive swore the fire between them heated the chilled ocean water and the steam evaporated around them; but, in reality, it was only the fog that cloaked the two lovers in obscurity.

There was the familiar feeling on his legs embracing her, locking around her hips and placing pressure near her most sensitive area — all the better to draw her petite built up and closer, having her meet his thrusts. There was little she could do but give in entirely to him and let the man ravish her in the only way she wished to be ravished. Her chin lifted and head pressed back against his own; he moaned and her pleasure mounted insurmountably at the sounds; she loved to hear his pleasure, his ecstasy, and wanted to be ever closer to it. She breathed heavily, the movements of their body acting as her melodic metronome. Olive's thoughts gave way the pure pleasure and she could feel it, growing and blooming under Dakarai’s impassioned tending. The king rocked her to her apex not once, but twice that night and by the time he concluded their coupling with a final thrust, the lamb was breathless, her legs once again wobbly from the most sensual of abuses. This is the finest escapism I’ve ever known, Olive mused as the problems of their past muddled together and were carried out by the ocean’s gentle undertow.