Game RP The Fallen's Roses (RedCoat)

As she let him slide back unturned place, her body feeling almost numb with the emotions that gnawed on her soul, her blood rushing, with cold hatred. She didn't know if she wanted to just rob Sorens family. But murder them. To see the fear and suffering in their eyes, and know that could only feel a fraction of her family's down fall. Her moans licked out of her , her thighs flexing, pressuring the side of his head, his pleasure he could grant her dull and yet she worked to sell it. Her slit physically receptive, dripping with his ministrations and making her buck softly.
 
Of course, Soren had no idea what was happening, even as he read her shifts and moves for what she wanted, being the pleasure he thought she'd be feeling from him, his tongue lapping faster and faster as her soft thighs squeezed his head.
 
Marron opened her mouth, her tongue skating along his shaft slowly, then plunging her lips forward. She started sucking on him slowly, her eyes fixing on his briefly, but she stroked his thigh, closing her eyes. She didn't feel anything about it, her broiling disstain for Soren ignorance, and his father's tactics too yawning a sensation, she couldn't muster a feeling for sex. She'd please him....until it was time fir her to cut his throat. Perhaps in front of his father....or vice versa.
 

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