I remember all them songs, baby Baby, undress, I'm talkin' rough sex I'm gon' stretch you You call me names they wouldn't know me as I pull your hair back You start to act bad
𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓
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𝐌𝐀𝐔𝐈, 𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐈 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠...
||Good girl || — 𝐒𝐘𝐑𝐄
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Her body sunk into the softness of the bedding under their joined together bodies, her bare arms wrapped around his neck to assist the burial of his head into the crook of hers. Her red lingerie contrasted against his body that stripped of most of his clothing, leaving nothing but a black tee with the hug of his boxers around his waist.
Amerie eased into him, and Syre became gratified as he felt her body melt into his own, sensing her longing flow from their hearts down to their inner thighs and their abdomens. Her breath caught as he touched her neck with such delicate grace that it made her sore with vulnerability. Her hair fell quickly from falling down her back to resting on her shoulder as he stepped away, sending shivers down her bent spine.
He had a touch that was so distinct; intricate and delicate when it grazed upon her; invaded her better judgment and clouded her will to want to be away as it enlivened every nerve within her, evoking a full body arousal that no other touch could manage to outdo. Syre nurtured a magic with the hands that traveled from the very sides of her head and grazed solemnly along the flesh of her neck, and traced measly pathways along her shoulders and arms to then take her trembling hands into his very own.
Her face turned a deep scarlet as soon as he touched her behind her red bralette's lace material, evoking a moan. Her heart raced out of her chest as their hands parted, and she closed her eyes to let go of the tension that made her feel so vulnerable to such a beautifully dominant man.
"I just want to please you tonight," his voice whispered out, lingering the smell of alcohol that graced his breath. "Tonight is all about you." He spoke softly, making a promise she had his word that he'd keep.
His rash breaths ran solemnly along her flesh, provoking it in ways that allowed her to feel at ease amidst the hormonal turmoil that dictated their bodies spending an evening together under the moonlight. Her breath catches, but she still offers up her obedience under the darkening rush of his adrenal expression upon her body. Her head is solemn in firmly pressing their cheeks together at a tilt.
He fumbled with the lace of her underwear, a seductive smirk spreading across his features as he planted a gentle kiss on her neck as Amerie bucked her hips to push his fingers deeper into the abyss that was the noteworthy arousal that had prompted his contact. Her body ached as his fingers slithered across the wet substance; she wanted him without the barriers, yet he was in no rush, enjoying the pleasure of making fun of her body's neediness.
