MOAN
Eight: Your muse owns my muse bound and gagged for one night
 -You pull him into your lap and slide your hands under his shirt, kissing his neck again.-
I JUST MEAN GETTING YOU — AND ME I GUESS — AROUSED. I COULDN’T THINK OF THE WORD.
-You let yourself be pulled onto his lap, willingly straddling the other. A gasp leaving your lips as you feel the warm lips on your neck and hands under your shirt.-
0-0h, then thaatd be n0 pr0blem then
-You say as you slowly begin to grind against him, arms slipping around his neck as you do so.-
-You shiver and graze your thumbs over his grubscars, running your tongue along his skin. One hand moves out from under his shirt, moving up to his horn instead and massaging the base lightly.-
-You let out a moan as he massages the base of your horns, grinding harder against him as small sounds of pleasure leave your lips.-












