Até: Ruin, Infatuation, Obsession, & Love's Folly (banishedruin) wrote in utr_logs,
Groaning as his kisses slid down her skin, she leaned forward onto the altar, torso pressing down against it as she rose onto her toes, ass arching up as his hands pulled at her hips. Breath ragged, she leaned her cheek against the cold marble, focusing only on the feel of him moving in and out, the way it made every nerve of her body tighten, begging for release. Momos... please?