

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙***𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓼𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵*** ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆ *part three* All memory of where you are and how you got there has melted completely from your mind; her warm, soft body pressed against you erasing the cold you once felt on your skin. You’re excited to the point where you’re breathing heavy, heart pumping in your chest, throbbing in places that make your head spin. Your desperate hands run from her hips to her breasts, the act of exploring her soft skin driving you wild. Slowly, she moves her body downward, sliding with her pretty face just between your legs - and, watching your foggy eyes for approval, she pulls your pants off from around your hips. “I think I could make you just a *little* more comfortable,” she teases, hands on your upper thighs, a soft smile on her lips. “Only if you’d like that, though. …Would you like that, traveller…?”