[ Angel stands there, shaking, breathless and crying out, high and quick as she's not let down so much as she lets herself down. Sinking against her is the easiest thing. Her body crumbling down because she just can't hold herself up anymore. Her breathing slowing down, the kisses are a softness against the shake that trembles through her.
Then in the end, where she teased Parker over, it was all too true. She rung her out, left her sweat slicked and panting softly into her shoulder. Wrecked, utterly, her arms draped over her, and --
-- can't form the words, when she starts brushing against her, the soft brush of her lips on her feverishly warm skin are as light as she can stand. Squeezes appreciatively with her legs where their tucked either side of Parker's. Content just to lay there for a moment as she came down. Doesn't seem Parker is though, and the first brush against her is barely anything and it's already too much. An artless noise as she rocks in a jolt against her. Rocking low into her hips, a warm sliding friction that -- the only thing worse than where so over sensitive, would not being touched at all.
Her movements are sluggish as she reaches her hand around to take Parker's again. Not her light careful movements, or the pointed way. She's nothing but open and wet and easy as she catches Parker's fingers and encourages them to press into her - answer as much anything vocal. Words too beyond her now, but figures they're not required. ]
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Then in the end, where she teased Parker over, it was all too true. She rung her out, left her sweat slicked and panting softly into her shoulder. Wrecked, utterly, her arms draped over her, and --
-- can't form the words, when she starts brushing against her, the soft brush of her lips on her feverishly warm skin are as light as she can stand. Squeezes appreciatively with her legs where their tucked either side of Parker's. Content just to lay there for a moment as she came down. Doesn't seem Parker is though, and the first brush against her is barely anything and it's already too much. An artless noise as she rocks in a jolt against her. Rocking low into her hips, a warm sliding friction that -- the only thing worse than where so over sensitive, would not being touched at all.
Her movements are sluggish as she reaches her hand around to take Parker's again. Not her light careful movements, or the pointed way. She's nothing but open and wet and easy as she catches Parker's fingers and encourages them to press into her - answer as much anything vocal. Words too beyond her now, but figures they're not required. ]