She rolled her eyes at him but kept her composure for the most part. She purred softly and leaned into to press a kiss to his lips again.
“Well, yes those too.”
Of course. Sunbathing is a thing.
[She takes the bottle and sips on it a bit]
“That makes the two of us..”
She swallows thickly and runs her hands down his chest with purrpose, intent.
A long and loud purr leaves her lips at his audible sounds. She grinds against him again.
“Quill..”
Of course not! How could you?
Sometimes being outside is better, more freeing, more natural.
She shivers and groans. Fuck, she’s missed this.
“You better~” she purrs.
Now she’s slowly grinding up against him firm but gentle.
She stayed lip locked to him until she had to come back for air, a string of saliva connecting them for a brief moment before it breaks. Shivers run down her spine and she arches into his touch.
Wonderful? Beautiful? Unpredictable even?