spreading

arching

The dreaded fur....

He is unbelievable this year

kisses

*laughs*. That's the truth.

My Riley is 11, and my Logan is 5.

tender

inner

thighs

"sweeping is something i have to do as well...with the fur i am always afraid of getting my vacuum clogged....so i usually end up sweeping first then i will go over with a vacuum....so i guess i would be getting my energies out and then cleaning up after them...."

Consuming
(lp for now....)

spreading

That's it tho
Right ?

You sweep out or vacuum in

All my floor dirt
And fur I literally
Sweep out my doors

Along with energies

licking

Dribbling

gripping

"sweeping is more a pain that is for sure....where a vacuum you can just suck it all up...."

chuckles softly...

clenching

Squeezing

If she was thinking sensibly, she might have minded how it must have looked as you strode through the hotel lobby with such brooding single mindedness, and her in tow. Might have minded what the receptionist must have thought to watch them clearly intent on reaching their room with such indecent haste. But all she could think about was what would happen after they closed the door behind them, and her need to fall into you and block out the world with each other.

By the time you reached the second floor she was already breathless from the climb, but when you turn and press her with such urgency against the door of their room and greedily claim her mouth with your own, it knocks what little breath she had left from her completely.

She moulds herself to you, pressing all of her softest bits against all of your sharp angles as you kiss her, and cloak her in the scent of you. The taste of whisky on your tongue. The thumping of your heart. The rasp of your beard. The hungry press of your lips, purpose and promise in that kiss, only for you to pull back and skim her mouth with yours, as if daring her to reach up and pull you back down.

Heat blooms in every nook and cranny of her body, her heart racing as liquid warmth spreads through all of her. She was barely aware of the jingling of keys, but when an aggrieved cough sounds loudly behind you in the hallway, she freezes under you. Her eyes flash open at the exact same moment that you draw away from her, your gazes holding for a beat as she watches yours darken. And then you turn to look over your shoulder.

hungrily