mascara slip

Fingers nearly tearing along scalp in a rough brush of lacquered nails and metal rings; pearls transcending into a faint rhythm of tiny clicks as they had been pressed against bare flesh and used as a means of bringing Black Mamba that much closer. Heated moans swallowed up by vicious lips that had given way to the name that lay abundant in the underground drug scene of any cruising junkie who had been on the ready to purchase any small/large dosage of coke. Manicured nails nearly digging into upper bicep as he continued to watch Aki drop and rise in his lap, blunt edgings of fingers digging into a thigh before rearing up at an angle where he swore he could feel the first in a set of dozens of convulsing shudders.

“Harder.”

Words pressed against the permanent ink etched into the hallow of his throat and against his collarbone before palms soothed over hips to roughly pushed the ever lustrous Black Mamba down. Lower pelvis rocketing upwards to meet every downwards pull before hips rotated counterclockwise and fell into a steady motion of rough fucks.

Appointment temporarily forgotten the minute nails dragged upwards along his chest. 



(Jackal&Black Mamba)