Board Thread:Role Plays (Adult)/@comment-25763181-20140726003102/@comment-11588669-20140729183619

He bit down again. Her cries were a symphony he could listen to for hours- and he was the composer. Her body was the instrument he played upon: Every caress was like a note being played, every suck of her ear the movement of a musician. Nox was in heaven just pleasing her.

Succomb...the wolf's out to play...

One hand, the one on her buttocks, danced across her skin. His touches were heavy enough to be felt, but not overwhelmingly so. He slid his fingers along the side of her hips, down to the junction of her thighs.

Warmth and moisture...that's what his senses told him. And so, he skirted around her core, instead lightly touching the ultra sensitive skin of her inner thighs and just along her outer petals.

Finally, Nox gently ran his index finger along her slit.