The 9th Continent: Eyes of Horus

get dressed as gracefully as she possibly could. Her blonde hair with carefully arranged shades of black to it, was still ruffled. Probably scattered from the previous nights sleep, that is, if she even bother

ver really exposed that truth. After combing her hair and admiring her face in the mirror for what was definitely a couple minutes but seemed like etern

ide him. Taking note of his every feature, from his slick dark hair to his veiny hands, whatever the duvet allowed her to

said, suffocating

sional morning breath fiesta, he yawned into the open space beside him and carefully lifted his eyelids, exposing a

hout a fuss this time and I think that went pretty well", she

and I'm so pr...", in the middle of caressing her thighs, he felt the floral patterns on her undies and for a while, de

to his ear, her tender li

ct was now looking at he face to f

er knee, slowly began to trace the details of her body. His finger nails gradually began to do the work of marking out every single territory it p

rpants and up her back, her quiet moans audibly becoming louder with every additional touch. Finally, she stopped his hands at the back of her head, looking at him with her undaunted but submis

Tracing every inch of her lips, he gently made it down her jaw, then off her neck and took a slight pause at the latch between her breasts. Using he hand, he gently rubbed under the bottom of her brazier, gnetly nipping away at her boobs but at the same time, not really touchin

found one. He gently picked out her index and middle finger, and slipped them under her underwear, and she succumbed with a sharp but eerily quiet groan. Now the look in her

ht pressed against his hands and in effects against the right hand of his lover, sinking her middle and index finger deep into her. She closed her eyes then let out an audibly louder groan, then a terrific sigh

his hands out, and gradually made his way to her lips, the one