"Oh Bema...blessed Bema and Vana, that...you...oh gods...!" She has no idea what she is saying, it is clear, and all her words are interspersed with gasps and cries such as she has never uttered, not even in the heights of passion they reached last night. She has no awareness of them. All her attention is focused on his mouth, warm and wet and teasing, and her hips roll against his tongue searching for the rhythm that she needs. "Faramir, Faramir...oh gods, yes...!"
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ALL THE WORDS ARE TERRIBLE I SWEAR I can go on at length about how they all are awful
Date: 2019-07-01 08:32 pm (UTC)