[ she's... changing. flowering. in bloom, in heat, in beautiful motion. stelle's tongue explores march's mouth, hungry and possessive and utterly, completely adoring. she pulls back, an almost drunk glaze to her eyes as she reaches up to run her fingers through march's hair. ]
You smell... sweet.
[ dazed. stunned. entranced. she leans in, licks messily at march's neck. ]
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You smell... sweet.
[ dazed. stunned. entranced. she leans in, licks messily at march's neck. ]