8, 17 (camila + isla pleaase)
8. we are having sex but we are too close to the edge of the piece of furniture and someone falls to the floor in 3… 2… 1…
Usually incredibly aware of her surroundings due to the off chance that somebody would be taking a photo of her and selling it to whichever tabloid cared about people who werent on tv, Isla found herself somewhat preoccupied as she thrust the strap on in between her legs into Camila again and again. The sounds she was making were delicious, and Isla’s eyes fluttered closed to just focus on the beautiful sounds the younger woman was making. Sadly her thrusts were slightly too hard, eyes snapping open when the only sound she heard was a yelp and a loud thud. “oh fuck” she peered over the edge of the bed “are you okay sweetheart?”
17.we are having sex but my hands are tied above my head and my nose keeps itching and it’s causing me to make weird facial expressions.
there was nothing that Isla loved more than having Camila tied up at her mercy, seeing her pull at the restraints, trying to touch her, touch herself or simply because Isla was ushering so much pleasure into her body that she simply couldnt stay still. with a smirk, the dark haired woman looked up to watch as the younger woman strained against the ropes tying her to the headboard face screwed up in...wait. With concern, Isla pushed up to face the girl, stroking her face “whats up baby?” she frowned “do you want me to stop? I can untie you.” her heart was racing, she didn’t want camila to feel uncomfortable in anything they did, and thought she knew she could speak up, isla was almost too caught up in her own inner turmoil that she didnt hear camila explain that her nose was itching. with a relieved sigh and a slight chuckle, isla reached up and softly scratched at her nose “oh, you wanted me to untie you so you could do it yourself? tough titty” she smirked, pressing a deep kiss to her lips as he hand snuck back down between the younger womans legs