A Short Note On Isak

Eventually, he planted a final kiss on each and moved his ministrations lower. Both of Brett's hands moved to her waist, and he grinned up. "Think I make you scream, Elena, or should I stop? Maybe just fuck you, right now, or should how I find out how you taste? Afer he asked, he pressed his lips to her stomach, and glided his palms under her body. Brett's nails lightly raked her back, and the tight globes of her ass as he continued, planting kisses and nibbles on her stomach, and sucked the cold cube back between his lips, smiling up at

Johns gently caresses the right side of her face and her hands pay particular attention to a small spot behind her

He realized that it really wasn't either of their faults, but the seasons, yet the side of him that always comforted Amaimon made him long to calm the younger. It just came naturally to him. "Shh...I just need a minute..." He murmured, giving a small smile. Thankfully Amaimon gave him just that, staying still long enough for him to become comfortable, unfortunately his back still stung terribly. It was because of this that he had moved, muttering a soft apology, though in all honesty he was not sure if it was heard. He kept his gaze low, a bit embarrassed, this was their first time after and it was all very thrilling, making his shiver with anticipation. Carefully he turned over offering himself fully, an act of pure submission as he spread his legs in a welcoming manner. He sighed softly at the cool air on his cuts and despite wanting to keep them therehe decided to heal himself a bit. Not fully though, just enough to help a few of the nastier ones close up, most of them still red and open. Amaimon could make more, he wanted him to make more. He gasped as cool hand ran over his hips and back, making him tremble with want, a low whine rising in his throat. It was the cruelest kind of teasing, his roaming hands touching him everywhere, his fingers even ghosting over his back side, setting on the soft flesh as he toyed with his tail. He groaned loudly "oh god, Amaimon please..." He begged shamelessly. He wanted so much more of this, not just his brother inside him, but touching him, both softly and roughly. He wanted his hands to scratch him, caresses him, kiss him. He shivered as his mind wandered further, further than he'd really thought before, dragging his mind to lustful thoughts of being taken roughly, claimed, marked, a sharp, quick hand landing roughly on the soft skin currently under his mate's hands, slapping him there while pounding into him. Just the thought made him

His tongue pushes so deep in her that she cries out. Her hand comes down and she puts them back into his curls. Jada grips him tight. She knows that she is on the verge and goes round and round against his mouth. She whispers his name. He says, “Mmmm…hmmm.”

She let him stroke her silky hair because he loves the feeling of soft things, but became a little too rough. " Lennie's fingers closed on her hair and hung on." "She screamed then and Lennie's other

“Hey,” Jonas says nudging Isak on the elbow. Currently he was leaning against the wall surveying the zoo in his living room. He lifted his chin toward Jonas as a hello.

Alissa runs her fingernail up and down Melvin chest, making him giggle. Alissa squeezes Melvin tight.

“Just now.” Taehyung yawned, letting go of Jungkook’s hand to stretch, his husky voice cracking a little from sleep as he let out a satisfied groan. Jungkook watched his body twisting, his shirt riding up to show smooth skin stretching taut over lean muscle, and couldn't help but reach out to touch. He ran his fingertips down Taehyung’s side and brushing them over the softer skin of his lower stomach, watching the muscles jump and flutter beneath his touch. Taehyung lifted his head to glance at him, eyebrow raised, lips stretched to one side in a lazy smirk, before sitting up, lightly, softly grabbing his wandering hand and holding it in place, hooded gaze flirty and teasing. Jungkook sat back and grinned appreciatively as Taehyung ran a

She had control over Lennie knowing he like to touch soft things. “Some people got kinda coarse hair,” she said complacency, “Feel right aroun’ ner an’ see how soft it

The lashes on his eyes stretch out miles upon miles upon miles, and she can’t help herself, so she reach up and trace her finger along the edge of his chin, catching the edge of the smooth incline of his face.

Y/N can't help, but smiled at him, "God, you're so cheesy, Summers." Then she leaned in and kissed him, his lips feels feather light against her own. She then kissed his cheek, her lips skimming his skin until she reached his jaw where she pressed another kiss. His chin was next, and Scott closed his eyes as her lips trailing on his neck, leaving kisses here at there.

Idriss sits up and kisses her, it isn't long, just something more than a peck. Fitnah turns her head to the side losing her smile, hesitant to surrender to her feelings for him.

“I see what you mean” I respond, still too deep in thought to think straight.

Through the movie, Isak reflects upon his life through daydreaming of his childhood, past love interest and his relationship with his wife, as well as nightmares making more aware of his mortality. Moreover, his deep discussions, though often unwanted, with his daughter-in-law leads him to attain wisdom and a positive perspective of his past and ultimately his ability to find meaning in his life. Additionally, he develops a positive relationship not only with the young hitchhikers he picked up while driving, but most importantly his daughter-in-law who appeared to be seeking direction and support from him and possibly his son, at least the movie left that impression on

Jessime felt his master comb his fingers through his hair, the young elf accepted Bráshk comforting affection, letting his guard down only to be yanked by the hair close to the taller elf’s groin. Being so close to the older elf’s crotch caused Jessime to harden. The boy blushed as he caught his masters scent and his own body reacted to.