Nov 4, 2024
Laying in bed, currently thinking about a oddly touchy, intimate Barou who has you laid out on your back, bare legs propped up on thick, muscular thighs as vast hands roam up and down the curvaceous dips of your radiant body.
Lidded eyes carefully roaming all over you with longing irises. Wandering thumbs soothing, brushing and caressing every inch of exposed skin he could graze over. Thoroughly ravishing every ounce of beauty that sprawled out in his sight. Hums lowly, leaning forward to capture your lips with a mixed conjure of heated yearning and intoxicating endearment.
Murmuring a subtle, almost purr-like “beautiful, fucking beautiful” with hungry, greedy smothering kisses. Holding more firmly — securely, onto the slope of your hips.
