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▼+ reverse You know she would

               𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘’𝐕𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇. Ever in command, she leads him backwards onto the dark, suede couch. The pillows jump when she pushes him back, watches as he lands with both eyes locked on her. It’s not long before Daphne joins him. Her skirt hikes up several inches of skin. The expensive lace at the top of her stockings demands to be pulled down, but there’ll be time for that ––– she hopes. Instead, she kisses him again. When his hands find a home at the back of her head and the bare of her thigh, she sighs into his mouth. When she feels his fingers grasp her skin, searing his touch into it, that is when she goes in for the KILL

It’s subtle, a barely perceptible twitch of her hips. But if that’s not enough to unravel him… the soft, keening noise she makes after will. 

Daphne pulls back to look at him from beneath hooded eyes. ❛ Damn that swimmer’s body. 

MEME || accepting