Thread: we sure are cute for a set of crazies [ stefy x alkaline ]

Yes, the symphony was going wonderfully, the violins playing and harps being plucked, although the room was literally silent, Annaliese had an entire show playing in her head, and she could only hope that he heard it too. She could only hope that he heard the sound of the drums rumbling up from the ground each time he dove his lips in against hers, she hoped he could hear the violins quicken their pace when his hands grazed the smooth curves of her skin, she prayed that he heard the cello vibrating the ground when his hips began to move forward between her spread legs. No need to pray Annaliese, he heard it. Yes, she was sure he'd heard it, though she especially knew he had heard the soft gasp of air and the arch of her back rising when his nails dug into her sides, the tingling sting sending a slight shock of arousal through her body. Her cheeks were at a soft pink color due to being flushed, with him pulling away again, the symbols crashed in the air and the horns blared while his eyes stared down, not specifically at her, but her striped shirt, a smile found itself pulling at the corner of her mouth. He obviously wasn't any longer a fan of her shirt, judging by the rough way his hands were grabbing for the hem and a frustration striken Brian met her gaze because he just needed to get her shirt off. Just like he needed to get those sweatpants of his off. His frustrated hands being overlapped by hers to help him grab the hem, her curves became exposed almost as like a gift, a surprise to someone for their birthday, she couldn't help but giggle and mentally pretend that it was Brian's birthday. Well if he was her twin then it was her birthday too! The excitement flickered in her pretty eyes, while his glowed with some unknown force that drove him to making sure he got that shirt out of the way, her only main article of clothing while her red bra and black panties held over her lower half, covering the rear he had only moments ago tried to grab. Her chest rising and falling again, it became more visible that the female could easily be considered a tease for hiding her frame under the shirt that just barely covered her ass and fell short of her shoulders to hold onto her frame just barely, Annaliese was an intricate nineteen year old. Closing her eyes when his hand moved behind her head and moved her head upward, another frustrating obstacle met her brother head on, though her eyes flashed open as the symbols again met and shattered the air, her hands reaching for his sweatpants as he lifted her up to wrap her in his arms, Annaliese went to work herself. She began moving, not out of his grasp, though she began pushing him up, up to sitting on his legs almost as she had before, she didn't let their lips part from one another, allowing a space between her own for his tongue to slide in and have a forceful interaction with hers. Annaliese's movements were timed by the sound of a xylophone, her small hands finding themselves at his sides and beginning to pull down the drawstring waistband of his sweat pants, her knees sat on either side of him, towering over him just slightly while her hands worked the sweatpants on down his legs. Sitting again in his lap, her body began to move again within his arms, her breasts pressed tightly against his, the ample curve of their shape was still visible and able to be felt, her hips worked in a rather rhythmic way, her cute ass grinding into his lap more specifically the area she felt bulging out for her. Her hair acted as another curtain of safety for their faces, Annaliese's symphony had not even begun to near being finished, and she liked it that way. listu