Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7838080-20140630233519/@comment-11588669-20140706043200

Nox paused, then nodded. He sighed at the contact, feeling her wet breasts pressing against his back. Her head was against his shoulders, her slighter frame fitting against his. Her hands slid over his chest and stomach, feeling every ridged and defined muscle, every broken and jagged scar. Every rough and colorful tattoo. Her hands danced over it all...it was a smooth, sensual motion. That made him want her to caress him.

"P-please...."