Boartusk Heights mujer del traicionero

Heh, Nivis scoffed and the corner of his mouth wobbled a little, forming a soft smile. It’s been a while indeed, my love. You are very needy today. Seeking my attention a little.

His lips didn’t land a kiss to hers, nor to her forehead or cheek. His lips didn’t return the kiss, and his head lifted upwards out of her reach. You’ve been busy. The sweet time was limited.

He paused, thinking.

Depression.

But it’s okay.

Eyes closed and lashes fluttering, gentle licks and a wet snot buried in her soft neck, inhaling. Kissing.

My confines are always open to you. The door never closes and I leave a little space for you to peek through. For you to enter and accompany in our little walk through the orchard. We still do conquer the world, a little differently perhaps.

Shall we then start the ritual again, my lady? Or is the dance outside of your liking? You shall tell, what you are planning.