FIGURANT OF SILENCE. sweet secrets, tangled and FORLORN. never meant for the eyes ( NOTTIVAGO BOY, are you torn ? ). hidden thoughts imbued within this galanty show as he’s gulping, once her voice comes crashing as a tidal wave against the husks of pearl - clad ears. muscles buried in echo’s warmth / in scarlet’s melancholy. IN SECRETS, bones inflorescence with cautionary tales and oppressive stillness. hindquarters felt stirring against him, to which venturing hands grow QUIET with hesitance. as does this caustic tongue clamped inside the roric ruins of his mouth. “ I —– ahh … could you maybe move a little forward? ”
everything done with keen grin , slight of movement / shift of hips , all done in the favour of the game . wicked is she , to gain such delight from elicited weakness even if for a brief glimmering moment . now she holds the upper hand , trophy irradiating like a beacon of light betwixt decored digits of pure opulence . she reeks of luxury , especially in such a moment where roseate brims pull into vixenish grin : so utterly fitting , she thinks . ❛ hm , sorry no can do . there isn’t much room here , ❜ innocent intonation betrays aphotic thoughts plaguing sinful psyche , even allowing frame press harder . game on parker .
annaxmalina
discoholicmusic
ellievsbear
2087
prguitarman
jbbartram-illu
pixelskylines
