(Arata)
(NSFW Content Ahead)
Who would have imagined I could reduce Karsten Chevalier to a shivering mess.
His dark hair blanketed his even darker and hungered eyes, which stared at me like two black holes, trying to sponge all the pleasures I was providing.
The back of his hands was a sight from my wet dreams. His veins rose like blue ropes beneath his skin, thick and corded due to the force of his grasp. Like pulsating rivers of blue snaking and vibrating with every strained flex of his fingers against the metal railing.
With every stroke of my tongue, his tendons would go taut as bowstrings, reminding me of the raw strength coiled in his hands. The desire to have them grab the back of my head rose like a tornado but I snubbed it down.
I wanted to see each of his knuckles turned white, the protruding veins a stark map of exertion of force beneath his feverish hold.
