~Noelle~
They won't listen to me. They won't stop. Okay, so maybe I might have stopped trying to tell them to stop after something happened. Dante lifted me up, not enough to disturb my driving, but wide enough for hims to slide into the seat and keep on his thighs.
Again, they aren't here. So I basically look like a girl whose clothes and boy can move on its own. Shepherd, I've learnt is a dirty talker, while Lucifer is a sweet talker. Isn't that weird? He's the angry brother but he sweet talks me to the point of sheer bliss.
That combined with Shepherd's filthy words, and dwnt the grinding his thickening length into my ass cheeks.
The sensory overload my brain is facing cannot be described.
Their hands run over my body. Soft touches between my breast, and hot kisses to the side of my mouth. I can feel Dante's breathing against my neck, and his little nips as he groan.
