⋆ 𝘿𝙤𝙡𝙡.

μήτ᾽ ἔμοι μέλι μήτε μέλισσα. ㅤㅤㅤ⠀⠀⠀⋆·˚ ༘ *★°̥࿐ೄྀ࿐ˊˎ- 　　　 　　　　　　　⠀𝐍𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 　　　　　　　　　　 𝐍𝐨𝐫 𝐁𝐞𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐞.

they shared their need; hands soon started feeling and groping at latex curves, needily beginning to grind hips together. blind desperation.

faster and faster, harder and harder; it may not receive any physical pleasure this time, but it did not need to — it was but an object to be used and discarded.

it eagerly melted against her form, revelling in the closeness and the intimate kiss; arms loosely finding her sides and resting there.

the kiss soon answered, hands finding the other's body; pulling it close against itself. hungry. needy.

oh? unexpected, but most welcome; the kiss eagerly returned.

pathetic indeed, but it was in no place to comment, skullfucked like a fleshlight and loving every second of it, latex lips tightly wrapped around that pounding cock, eyes rolled away behind its blindfold.

stupid? perhaps. mindless, anyways, or easily made so; eagerly sucking as well as it could despite the latex, head obediently bobbing up and down as it took his length.

don't make it wait. it is desperate.

a quiet sound, but it obediently accepts all that is given; latex mouth hungrily wrapping around the cock, gagging helplessly.

this should not stop her from acting.

does she know? or does she crave to discover?

it is open, wide and waiting.

it has no other purpose. had it a mouth, it would beg and plead. it has only a hole.

then there is no sense in delaying.

bait is made to be taken. it is made to be taken.

shared joy is the best joy. mutual usage is good practice.

it should approach. it should indulge.

then worship your god.