Evangeline looks up at him with wide eyes, blushing as he inspects her face. She looks down at the dab of powder, "More?" She giggles, a most uncharacteristic action, "I suppose there is no harm in it." Her tongue darts out again to taste the powder, and again she closes her eyes, a soft pleasured sigh issuing forth.
Evangeline takes a moment to stretch languidly on the couch, almost purring in hazy contentment. "W-women...?" She smiles at Otto, "They are lovely." Then she places a hand on his stomach, feeling the texture of the fabric, and the muscles underneath, "Men are something else."
She finds it hard to think, her mind full of a warm, pulsating, light as she breathes in deeply. A myriad of scents assault her, overflowing her mind, has she ever smelled so deeply? Before she knows why, she has wrapped her arms around Otto's waist, pulling him tight. "Dangerous..."
Evangeline takes a moment to stretch languidly on the couch, almost purring in hazy contentment. "W-women...?" She smiles at Otto, "They are lovely." Then she places a hand on his stomach, feeling the texture of the fabric, and the muscles underneath, "Men are something else."
She finds it hard to think, her mind full of a warm, pulsating, light as she breathes in deeply. A myriad of scents assault her, overflowing her mind, has she ever smelled so deeply? Before she knows why, she has wrapped her arms around Otto's waist, pulling him tight. "Dangerous..."
