[He's already slick between his thighs, his slit swollen and flushed blue. He puts a hand on her hip - bruising grip as he slots them flush together, hauling her thighs over his.
His free hand comes up - to press a thumb into her mouth, feeling over her canines.]
Your nails - teeth. Anything. So as I claim you, you are to claim me.
Re: Day 34, early evening
His free hand comes up - to press a thumb into her mouth, feeling over her canines.]
Your nails - teeth. Anything. So as I claim you, you are to claim me.