“I can reheat dinner, if you'd like,” she says, moving to stand from the sofa, but the Tyrant sheds his coat and drops his weight onto her before she gets the chance. He's heavy, flattening her much smaller and slimmer frame against the cushions, but she likes the weight of him atop her. Zora huffs against the cushion underneath her face and frees one of her arms with great effort to grab her tablet and gently place it onto the floor. She isn't sure where her stylus is, but she finds that she doesn't really care at this present moment. “Later. I would prefer to sate a different appetite now,” he murmurs, letting her feel the rigid line of his cock through his trousers as he curves over her to nip at one of her ears.
okay. final WIP Wednesday of 2025 🙂↕️ #pentasnips #tyzora