[ Raina grinned at Chilton. She had certainly hoped he would play far more than an observational role. And now it was his time to shine. It was his chance to show off for a man who, by standards of normalcy, had no issues getting women but could never obtain the one prize Chilton captured. And that grin grew wicked when Jeff caved, just as she knew he would.
She allowed for the robe part of her sheer lingerie to slip from her body and become a puddle of pink lace and flowers on the ground. And then she yanked open Jeff's belt, pulling it through the loops until she held it in her hands, snapping it with a smirk. When he leaned in to meet her lips, she shook her head in scolding, pulling back. And that was when she placed the belt around his neck, sliding the strap through the buckle -- just so she could pull it taut around his throat. Like a collar. And she kept one finger tucked between his skin and the belt so it wouldn't restrict his airflow when she used the tail to pull him in for an all-consuming kiss.
Raina was the embodiment of flame and desire, arching her back and rolling her hips against his to crash like a flood of friction. She parted her lips and tasted the inside of his mouth -- the remnants of wine and something distinct to Jeff alone. She let out a breathy moan of need that may have fooled Jeff into believing he was the one who ran the show.
....If Raina wasn't still holding onto one end of that belt. And even while she was occupied with the kiss, without missing a beat or even opening her eyes, she offered that strap to Chilton. ]
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She allowed for the robe part of her sheer lingerie to slip from her body and become a puddle of pink lace and flowers on the ground. And then she yanked open Jeff's belt, pulling it through the loops until she held it in her hands, snapping it with a smirk. When he leaned in to meet her lips, she shook her head in scolding, pulling back. And that was when she placed the belt around his neck, sliding the strap through the buckle -- just so she could pull it taut around his throat. Like a collar. And she kept one finger tucked between his skin and the belt so it wouldn't restrict his airflow when she used the tail to pull him in for an all-consuming kiss.
Raina was the embodiment of flame and desire, arching her back and rolling her hips against his to crash like a flood of friction. She parted her lips and tasted the inside of his mouth -- the remnants of wine and something distinct to Jeff alone. She let out a breathy moan of need that may have fooled Jeff into believing he was the one who ran the show.
....If Raina wasn't still holding onto one end of that belt. And even while she was occupied with the kiss, without missing a beat or even opening her eyes, she offered that strap to Chilton. ]