[She's in luck, because he's now letting out a steady stream of gasps and cries and rocking his hips up just the tiniest fraction into that attention. It feels like all of the blood in his body has turned into molten lava, and Elizabeth's tongue is just stoking the heat even further.
He can't think, can barely even breathe, can't do anything beyond just feel what she's doing to him...]
September 26th - The Marathon
He can't think, can barely even breathe, can't do anything beyond just feel what she's doing to him...]