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this, he can say, isn't something he's ever done before. allowing someone so much control of him. only henley has ever made him feel comfortable enough to let go and just be in sexual situations such as these. never had he thought lula would be on top of him, giving him soft orders, and danny definitely never saw himself obeying them. had they not broke into his apartment and fooled him with their little trick ( the latter frustrated him more than the former ), danny might have caught her some slack. or maybe not, it was hard to tell with him. either way, the road turned from rocky to smooth as soon as they survived macau together, and she's been growing on him ever since. this certain situation ( agreement? ) came with boundary setting, long conversations about each of their comfortabilities, and slow experimentation. the two had come a long way, both emotionally and sexually. as much of a surprise as it was, at least it turns out to be a pleasant one.

he wasn't always this good for her. there was something amusing about disobeying, at times, and watching a knowing lula punish him in small ways. tonight, after a long day of making decisions and overworking his brain, he had been more than willing to give up his control for awhile. head is leaned back so that he can gaze up at lula with half lidded eyes, his hands clutched tightly in the sheets to either side of them. she was using him to get off, and yet, was doing it in such a lula kind of way. danny still very much felt like a part of the process. he takes a shuddering breath, pushing down a moan that bubbles up at their words. 'i feel . . . like i could stay here underneath you forever,' words are quietly murmured up to lula, breath hitching a bit as she rolls her hips in a certain way. the praise causes a twitch in danny's fingers, sudden urge to touch her overtaking him, though not enough to disobey her previous request of keeping his hands to his sides. 'i want to . . .' danny trails off, clutching the sheets a bit tighter. 'can i touch you?' he mumbles, lashes fluttering up at lula. 'please?'

@blo0dplay sent: MF 5E for danny and lula

honestly, if you told lula she'd be in bed with daniel atlas one day, she would have laughed in your face. not because she doesn't want him, but because after they met, she didn't think he'd ever like her, much less trust her. and she gets it– she kind of made a horrible first impression. yeah, he'd been kind of cold and dismissive, but she'd responded by jumping onto a raw nerve with both feet. suffice it to say, macau had changed things. a rough start had thrown them into what was, basically, a spectacular trust exercise. and they'd come out the other side of it with a newfound respect for each other. and, of course, that had snowballed into this whole crazy, wonderful relationship that lula never could have expected.

she and danny had started slow, feeling each other out, building the connection between them into something warm, something safe. and in that safety came room to experiment a little.

which is, incidentally, how they found themselves here, lula rolling her hips against him, her arms fitted snugly around his shoulders. danny, for his part, is doing splendidly, his hands unmoving in the sheets. she looms over him just so, her nose ghosting along the length of his. 'tell me how you feel, baby,' she murmurs. 'you're doing so good.' god, it's so hot– him listening to her. something about getting him to let go... lula moans against his temple at the very thought. 'fuck, you feel so good.'

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he loved her. it might have taken him a long time to see that, especially after feeling so betrayed when henley left him, and the horsemen, but her homecoming had made danny understand the feeling loud and clear. regardless of how hard it was, still, to show how he felt about her, henley can be rest assured that he was at least trying. he kissed her more often, held her hand tighter in his own. henley and the others had helped daniel understand that loving wasn't something to be ashamed of. he felt no guilt in his desires, anymore. though he did get overwhelmed by it, at times. but they all helped him step out of his own head when it all started to feel like too much.

this, however, felt exactly right. familiar and intoxicating. the teasing lilt of henley's voice mixed with how breathless he's already made her causes lust to rise in the shade of red across his skin, the man hot under his collar. 'what, you thought i was going to make your sweatpants disappear?' daniel murmurs back, tone matching hers, only for his breath to hitch at her request. the way she kisses him is unlike anything he's experienced, like henley wants to be as close as possible, and then some. without further hesitation, daniel peels off her bottoms, throwing them onto the floor as he kisses her deeply. lips trail across her jaw, down her chest, her stomach, reaching just above her dark blue panties, danny glancing up at henley from between her legs. 'i remember these. glad you still have them,' smirk is given before underwear is pushed to the side, danny moving his mouth down so that he can press his tongue lightly against her clit, trying to keep himself from moaning at the familiar taste of her.

henley learned a long time ago that she was always going to miss danny a little bit. no matter how angry she was, no matter how much she felt like she'd moved on, there would always be a little piece of him stuck in her heart. and touching him again had felt like coming home– from the moment he took her hand on the carousel to this, here and now. it bowls her over, sometimes, how much she had missed the horsemen. how much she had missed danny.

she can't help but laugh softly. he is so utterly himself and she adores it, adores him. 'i don't know, i think he's a good actor. just also an– ah– asshole.' maybe this is a conversation for another day. however close he gets isn't close enough. the way he's touching her, the warmth of his lips against the sensitive skin of her neck– henley feels like she might float away. how cruel of him to pull away, even in service of the greater good. she looks at him, eyes a little glazed over as she runs a hand up the length of his arm. 'figured you were gonna get creative,' she teases, feigning a sigh. 'but if you must.' bare hands ( a luxury of being home ) twist into his hair again, pulling him in for a heated kiss. 'take them off,' she murmurs against his lips, unable to find it in herself to care about the note of desperation in her voice.

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HENLEY REEVES: 01 / MF.

going forward, daniel had made a conscious decision not to take henley for granted. she'd left and he'd been devastated, taking it more personally than he perhaps should have. she made it clear it had nothing to do with him, but daniel had to face the fact that he was going to miss her. that he might even be lonely without her. the rest of the horsemen meant a lot to him, but henley had been with danny from the start of his career. she wasn't his assistant, anymore, and in the year she'd been gone, daniel liked to think he's grown a bit. enough to understand what he was missing. namely the shape of henley, the curves of her body that his hands happened to fit perfectly in as he ran palms along her sides. the smell of her perfume mixed with her natural scent, clean and fresh with a hint of jasmine and musk that, quite honestly, drove danny a little crazy. the sounds henley makes as he kisses down her torso, the feel of her fingers entangling into the hair he was now growing back out. more than any of that, though, was the way she tasted. tongue circles around her warmth, eyes glancing up to see her lashes fluttering. lips close around her clit, licking and sucking lightly, starting slow, though he had no intention of it staying that way. danny wanted to pull every sound he's missed from her. he wanted to make up for lost time. @ephemaeraltouch.

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💕 sensual meme edition

send me a number from 1-25, without peeking, and i will choose the suiting option for our muses and write up a drabble/starter/moment according to the image! (trigger warning for graphic sexual content and other mature themes)

          [01]    m.m  +  m.f  +  f.f           [02]    m.m  +  m.f  +  f.f            [03]    m.m  +  m.f  +  f.f            [04]    m.m  +  m.f  +  f.f            [05]    m.m  +  m.f  +  f.f            [06]    m.m  +  m.f  +  f.f            [07]    m.m  +  m.f  +  f.f            [08]    m.m  +  m.f  +  f.f            [09]    m.m  +  m.f  +  f.f            [10]    m.m  +  m.f  +  f.f            [11]    m.m  +  m.f  +  f.f            [12]    m.m  +  m.f  +  f.f            [13]    m.m  +  m.f  +  f.f            [14]    m.m  +  m.f  +  f.f            [15]    m.m  +  m.f  +  f.f            [16]    m.m  +  m.f  +  f.f            [17]    m.m  +  m.f  +  f.f            [18]    m.m  +  m.f  +  f.f            [19]    m.m  +  m.f  +  f.f            [20]    m.m  +  m.f  +  f.f            [21]    m.m  +  m.f  +  f.f            [22]    m.m  +  m.f  +  f.f            [23]    m.m  +  m.f  +  f.f            [24]    m.m  +  m.f  +  f.f            [25]    m.m  +  m.f  +  f.f 

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he wanted to point out that offering himself as a personal corkscrew was 100% genuine. whatever henley wanted to use him for, actually, merritt would have no complaints. his reluctance only came from his doubts involving his age, but henley and the others had swayed him further the opposite direction, which granted some reassurance and a push toward giving himself some grace for feeling his feelings. it's new. it's nice. merritt didn't know how much he craved love and safety until he finally had it.

she walks in and merritt is more than ready to tease her, ask her what exactly she's come for, but she beats him to the punch. not just asking, but nearly begging him, to help her unwind. if that didn't turn a man on, than that man was surely hopeless. merritt, however, was prepared. thigh is held steady, hands moving to grip at henley's hips, giving her extra support as she satisfies herself against his leg. classic smirk finds his mouth, though eyes nearly shine as he watches her creep further and further toward release. 'and that's just my leg. wait 'til you see what this mouth can do,' low chuckle escapes merritt, enjoying the moan that leaves her lips and falls upon his ear. 'c'mon, darlin', i know you're gettin' close. why don't you let go of all that stress for me, huh? promise you'll feel a whole lot better,'

@blo0dplay sent: [ GRIND ]: receiver grinds on sender's thigh. - henley / merritt or dylan. (from merritt for henley)

painted red lips part beside merritt's ear to loose a breathy sigh. it's been quite a while since the corkscrew conversation, but henley figures the offer never really left the table, and if there's ever been a time to cash in, it's now. plans for the latest show have her up to her eyeballs in code. she's had a headache for what feels like days now, and she can't stop thinking about all the rehearsal they should have started on by now. deep down, she knows it'll be fine– but it's her first show back with the horsemen and she can't seem to... settle down.

so she'd gone to merritt, kissed him soundly, and begged him to help her shut her brain off.

and here they are, henley straddling merritt's thigh, her lipstick smeared across his mouth as she chases her release against the muscle of his thigh. 'god, you're perfect,' she mumurs against his temple, a high-pitched moan chasing the words as she builds ever closer to what she needs.

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JACK WILDER: MM / 2A.

sex was never an issue for danny, except in the times in which his drive ebbed and flowed. intimacy, however, had always been hard. something about romance and sharing tender moments and emotions gave him pause. maybe because he wasn't very good at vocalizing what he means to say. it was easier with the horseman, because they understood him better than anyone else in the world. he didn't always have to voice his love and care because they just knew. and danny was grateful for that. still, he wasn't incapable of intimacy. thus proven here, with jack, in a bed that they gladly shared in times of need. it's not just sex, daniel realized that some time ago. he may be behind jack, but the younger man is twisted in a way that allows him to hold danny as danny holds him, intertwined as daniel thrusts deeper into jack. hand spreads across jack's chest, the other set against the mattress told hold them up and hold them together. mouth is slightly agape, both because of his heavy breathing and sorted moans, and because he's in slight awe of how jack looks right now. was beautiful the right word? yeah, he thinks it is. chin tilts down so danny can kiss jack's chest before head is lifted once more. 'you look so beautiful right now . . .' daniel is finally able to murmur, quiet and shy, as he tries to catch his breath. 'you feel so good . . .' @ephemaeraltouch.

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HENLEY REEVES: STILL. OUR MUSES ARE CUDDLING, RECEIVER BEGINS TO FEEL UP SENDER AND TEASE THEM.

for the first time in a long time, dylan feels calm. henley usually has that effect on people. it helped that she was running her fingers through his hair, nails gently scratching at his scalp. he should be working, but if anyone would be able to make him take a break, it was her. closing his eyes for a moment, dylan brings henley as close to him as possible, holding her there in an attempt to relax. it works. at least for the moments between him resting his eyes and henley moving her free hand from her lap to his chest, where she began to rub gentle circles, eventually sliding fingers beneath the fabric to caress the skin there. eyes open and look knowingly at henley, the man licking his lips as a small smile forms. 'so you've had ulterior motives the whole time you were talking about how much i needed to take a break,' dylan murmurs her way, arm tightening around her as she removes her hand, only to begin playing with the button of his pants. dylan shakes his head, though it's with amusement as eyes glance over her features. 'see, you're sneaky, and i should know that by now. so i guess that's on me,' @ephemaeraltouch.

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danny could scold him. it would be easy. they'd went over the plan so many times, and jack tripped over his own feet. he might have once, but now all he really wanted to do was make sure jack was okay, which was such a shift for danny that he was almost opposed to it, at first. now, though he may not verbally confirm his care for jack and the others, he always showed it in his own way. he was gentle enough with removing jack's shirt, though a bit of pain was inevitable. glancing over the other man's back, large bruises of purple and yellow were beginning to take over the skin there. daniel made a mental note of getting ice - a lot of ice. for now, he turned back to jack, noticing the way he reaches for his belt. danny takes over as quick as ever, undoing the buckle and slowly sliding the belt from its loops.

danny can't help but to scoff at jack's words, though cheeks flush just so as he places the belt to the side. thinking about how godly jack looks with his scrapes and bruises and no shirt over his chiseled form colors the skin more, but danny would die before he admitted that. 'moment ruined,' danny teases instead, giving the younger man a knowing look before kneeling down in front of him to get a better look at his face. hand moves up, turning jack's face one way, then the other, by the chin. 'good news, you're going to live,' eyes roam over jack's features before they settle on his own, gaze softening just enough that jack might be able to notice. leaning forward, danny leaves a quick kiss on jack's lips, ready to pull away and stand back to his feet. @ephemaeraltouch.

@blo0dplay sent: [ STRIP ]: sender undresses receiver. (from daniel for jack)

jack groans uncomfortably as danny prompts him to lift his arms, the muscles in his back protesting the movement. arms drop slowly back to his side with a resigned sigh. 'thanks, man.' they'd been running a practice escape route, and when he was already feeling sore, he'd missed a foothold, or something– whatever it had been, he'd ended up slamming his back against a metal rod and then hitting the ground after. not the greatest way to spend the afternoon. the team has been looking out for him, but jack is still frustrated, glowering down at his feet as he moves to unfasten his belt. but danny stops him with a quiet i got it. the younger magician's lips quirk with fondness. danny is a little bit quieter about it, sometimes– the way he shows them he loves them. and maybe he should let this moment be tender and only tender, but he can't help himself. 'it's actually kinda hot, you takin' care of me.'

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honestly, they've never been with anyone as soft or romantic as jack. that hadn't surprised her about him, but the fact that he was willing to point these attributes at her did. she'd been brought into this dynamic with several other people, and each of them had their own special traits, but jack made lula feel like she was worth being fussed over. the way he dried her off was almost enough to make lula jump his bones all over again, but they wanted to give him a moment to show his love for them. 'who said chivalry is dead?' lula coos playfully, lashes fluttering as jack kisses her collarbone. towel falls from her shoulders as she brushes her fingers up and down jack's sides, and they give a sigh of delight. 'i never get tired of your pretty mouth saying that. maybe you could, i dunno . . . say it again? slowly? in my ear?' lula smirks.

@blo0dplay sent: [ CARESS ] our muses just showered together, receiver dries off sender with a towel and kisses each part of them they dry as they go. (from lula for jack.)

he hops out of the shower before lula can, toweling himself off rather gracelessly so he can be ready when she steps out. impish grin on his lips, jack wraps a clean towel around her shoulders, tugging her in close. 'c'mere,' he murmurs, lifting the edges to gently dry her cheeks, kissing each in turn before moving to her lips. towel settles back over her shoulders as hands move gently up and down the sides of her arms, lips making their way to her collar bone. 'you're so fucking gorgeous.'

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HENLEY REEVES: FF / 4E.

boys night. boys night, really? lula and henley had watched their men walk out, glaring at them as they kissed their cheeks on the way. don't get her wrong, lula loved spending time with henley. it was one of her favorite past times. but did four men really need a boys' night? henley and lula had laughed about it together as they opened a bottle of wine, draining it dry as they giggled and talked about everything under the sun, including their favorite quirks about each of the horseman. it wasn't long before talking became kissing became stripping became stumbling into the bedroom. henley may have been the one to pull out the strap, but lula is the one who slid it over her now naked form, running her fingers along the silicone shaft as henley found her way onto her hands and knees. jesus, even her back was gorgeous. aligning herself with henley, free hand reaches up to brush henley's hair away from her shoulder so that lula could get a good grip there. pulse and breath quickens, glancing down to watch the dildo disappear slowly into henley, and she can't help but to breathe out a shudder. 'i didn't realize us talking so much shit about the boys would get you so worked up, hen,' that is, henley is incredibly wet. to be fair, though, so is lula. she begins to thrust, leisurely to start, though with her arousal, it's hard for her not to get lost in the feeling. 'how's that feel?' @ephemaeraltouch.

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J. DANIEL ATLAS: CLAIM. OUR MUSES ARE ARGUING BECAUSE RECEIVER IS WORRIED AND OVERPROTECTIVE OF SENDER, BUT WHEN THEY GET UP IN EACH OTHER’S FACES THEY END UP KISSING AND GROPING AT EACH OTHER.

dylan wondered if there would be a time when he and danny never butted heads. after their initial blow up, when dylan had been told he was nothing ( danny was angry, he didn't mean his words, and he's since made that very clear ), they'd simmered down quite a bit, but dylan can't help but to worry about danny and his sometimes risky and rash behaviors. as logical as he was, danny really knew how to get himself into trouble. and by putting himself in danger, he was putting them all in danger. dylan still hasn't managed to get danny to understand that.

'you think you have to do everything by yourself, and i don't know how many times i have to tell you, danny, that you don't,' he doesn't mean to raise his voice, but concern has nearly caused panic, which has caused frustration in always having to repeat himself. stepping closer to daniel, dylan looks him in the eyes, brows furrowed and breath hitting daniel's chin. 'you wanna be a leader, but you never tell us when you're going to run off. you damn sure don't tell me. and i'm not saying i need to know where you are 24 / 7, but jesus, danny -' dylan had expected danny to cut him off - that was no rare feat - though he thought he'd be silenced with words, not danny's lips kissing hungrily at his own. he debated pulling away to finish scolding danny, but heated and in the moment, he pulls the other man in closer by the collar of his shirt, gripping the fabric tightly in his fists as bodies press together. 'you're not getting out've this,' dylan murmurs against danny's neck, nipping at the skin there as danny removes his jacket for him. 'we're still gonna talk about it later, so don't get any ideas,' @ephemaeraltouch.

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as difficult as it was for daniel to admit aloud ( only because talking about feelings was still hard for him, not because he was ashamed of said feelings ), he missed touching her. feeling henley beneath his fingertips was a sensation he never could quite describe, the way she seems to gravitate closer toward him as his hand explores her thigh. maybe it wasn't fair that he was interrupting the movie, but watching her watch the film had reminded danny how beautiful she was. so really, it wasn't his fault. it was hers.

'no, not at all. in fact, his acting sucks. even when he was younger, he seemed like a pretentious prick,' between kisses, danny's hand slips under her waistband, brushing fingers against her panties before they're pushed aside in favor of pressing them into her warmth. the sounds henley makes are like no other. danny leans down, mostly to kiss at her neck again, though his real motive was to hear her moans right up against his ear. when his hand becomes restrained by the fabric, he pulls away, about to untie her sweats and remove them, though he's halted by henley's words. he tries not to smile at the way she curses at him, fingers still hovering over the knotted string as he clears his throat. 'i can't properly do this with your pants still on. do you mind?' he gestures toward her legs with an amused look in his eyes.

@blo0dplay sent: [ WATCH ] for muses to cuddle on a couch while watching tv and one of them begins to finger the other but stops every time they make too much noise. (from danny for henley)

for all his uptight tendencies, danny can be a real menace when he wants to. it sneaks up on henley sometimes; she's so used to being the person to initiate. ( comes with the territory of a high sex drive. ) so when danny starts to pull her a little closer, run his hand along the outside of her thigh, she doesn't think too much of it; is simply happy for the intimacy. it's only when one brief kiss turns into two, when his lips travel down her neck and his fingertips slip beneath the waistband of her sweatpants that she catches on. a low chuckle slips from her lips and she lets her head dip lazily back. 'tom c.ruise not doing it for you, huh?' but her breath catches on the last syllable as her back arches just so. even after all this time, it's like danny hasn't forgotten a single inch of her body. he works her over with ease and soon she's got a hand tangled in his hair, anchoring his face close to hers. henley lets out a moan and when danny stops it's like being splashed with a bucket of cold water. 'what the fuck?' she whines breathlessly. 'that was... why did you stop?'

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MERRITT MCKINNEY: WELL, HONESTLY I’VE NEVER REALLY HAD SEX BEFORE AND WAS KINDA HOPING YOU WOULD TEACH ME.

god, she knows he's kidding ( lula often wondered if merritt even had a serious bone in his body ), but she can't help but to tease him, in this moment. 'i fucking knew it. you just scream virgin to me,' deadpan features look up to meet merritt's, lula allowing her words to sink in, for a moment, before a crooked grin appears at the corner of her mouth. the arrangement between the horseman is new for her - new for all of them - but lula enjoyed getting to know them in more . . . intimate ways. and though she knows merritt has had his doubts, lula had tried shaking him out of it as best as she could. it seemed to work, at least enough for him to actually ask for what he wants. 'good news, mckinney,' the woman steps forward, looking up at merritt, though she seems unintimidated by his height and stature as she runs a hand up his chest. 'i'm gonna teach you everything i know. have a seat,' @ephemaeraltouch.

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he swears he had the intention of actually going to dinner. honestly, up until he sees dylan dressed up in his suit, merritt had readied himself for an evening of wine and flirty banter across the table. but the way dylan's jacket fit him and that damn stubble along his sharp jaw gave merritt other ideas. much more fun ideas, at least in his mind. 'come on, you're th'big dog around here. the puppeteer - you'll pull some strings and get another one, just like you always do,' he's still smirking a bit when he kisses dylan, hands working to undo the work the other man has put into getting dressed. as much as he enjoyed seeing dylan dressed up, merritt had to admit, he liked dylan better naked. at least he's polite enough to lay dylan's clothes over the back of a chair, merritt still grinning as he unbuttons his own shirt. 'and if we're quick, who knows? maybe we'll still make it in time for th'free basket of bread,' teasing tone ensues as he brings dylan back toward him, tongue pressing into his mouth with a chuckle.

@blo0dplay sent: [ DELAY ] one muse is trying to get ready to go somewhere while the other keeps kissing them and unbutton/unzipping their clothes. (from merritt for dylan)

dylan has a funny feeling that merritt is up to no good the second he sees him over his shoulder in the mirror. it's rare not to see a mischievous glint in his eye, but there's a certain look. and sure enough, arms wind around his waist, merritt's angular chin hooking over his shoulder. 'you look nice,' dylan murmurs, laughing when he feels the other man turn him by the lapels of his jacket. 'you know,' he starts, smiling as he receives an incoming kiss, 'we're gonna be late.' it's not a very convincing protest, given that merritt already has his shirt unbuttoned halfway down. 'wasn't easy to pull off dinner reservations, you know. given the whole fugitives from the law thing.'

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HENLEY REEVES: SENSUAL. FOR SENDER TO SLOWLY UNDRESS RECEIVER, CARESSING AND KISSING EVERY PART OF THEM THEY EXPOSE.

lula remembers seeing henley for the first time, not just on the internet, or captured within a grainy video, but in person at a show. she remembers standing 10 feet below the platform in which henley perched on, allowing her assistants to handcuff her and drop her into that tank of piranha. hearing the crowd go from panicked to astounded as henley appeared in the crowd, just behind lula as the amateur magician gazed at the older woman in awe, was a near ethereal experience. back then, lula wanted to be as good as henley; she knew she'd never be better, but that she could maybe reach the potential her counterpart had. she never thought, however, that she would be in this position with the woman she had admired for so long.

'do you know how soft your hands are? seriously, baby smooth. you have to use lotion, there's no way that's a genes thing . . .' lula is rambling because said hands have already removed her leather jacket, now moving on to the hem of her tank top and pulling it over her head. the way henley smiles at lula causes a fluttering in her stomach that hasn't happened since she was, what? sixteen? jesus, get a grip. 'you'd think i'd have something more clever to say, considering there's a gorgeous woman undressing me, but unfortunately, i think my brain is short circuiting,' now in just her matching bra and panties, lula glances at henley with wide eyes, realizing she should probably help her out of her clothes, too. before she can reach forward, however, henley kisses her lips with a gentle force that nearly makes lula melt. and when henley's lips move down to her neck, her freckled shoulder, her chest, lula can feel her hand shaking a bit as it slides loosely into henley's fiery waves. 'okay, this is . . . am i dead? because you feel like heaven. i knew angels were real,' @ephemaeraltouch.

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usfw sideblog to @/slashaer. minors dni / 21+. memes.

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