Sep 13, 2017
"moon-filled room"
she stalks the moon-filled room-- hot fuck stride on four-inch spikes; hips and tits swaying, erotic sheen of her stretched chiffon button-up; all dialated eyes fix upon her as she tears open her top and buttons spray every which way; she tugs a jittering handful of compass needles that divine her: a north far beyond north, she grabs and devours. all swinging pelvises fall behind the pace she sets; the pretense of a battering they fancy giving her, now exposed. one by one they spill out and wither aside; none could ever impale the open sea inside her. - @judefolly
