So this is our new amazing ship Valuke, because we fucking hate Jocelyn and we love it when Valentine is an awesome father.
Please just ignore the fact that in this one shot, Luke is a woman. This is not our story, this is a part of the novel Rough and Ready by Sandra Hill and it was just to good not to fucking use this shit.
Anyway, please enjoy whatever the fuck this is. Valuke for life.
Her long hair, still wet from the shower, had been combed down her back in a wet swath. Luke was sitting on the floor, her round, wet boobs still wet from the shower's water. She dried off the water with a towel, which then became wet.
Luke gasped when she saw a reflection in her bedroom mirror: through the slightly open door, she caught a glimpse of the chiseled abs and square jaw of the mysterious stranger who shared her cabin. She stood and spun around, her breasts swinging heavily with the momentum. She grabbed the door and flung it open, revealing shirtless Valentine (which is seriously his name) quivering with desire in the hallway.
Valentine was ashamed at being caught, but his shame made him even hotter – hotter for sex. He stepped into the room, and his bulging abs accidentally smushed into Luke's rich chest.
As Luke's buttermilk bosoms squished up against his granite abs, Valentine almost had a dick aneurysm. "Luke," Valentine murmured thickly, his throbbing meat wand pressing against Luke's warm thighs. "There is a secret I need to not tell you: You are my forbidden desire."
Luke had been waiting to hear these words. Her heart was lifted on golden wings and soared toward a radiant sun of perfect joy. She saw herself and Valentine happy together, bathed in the golden light of love. Her snooch got all warm, too.
"Valentine," Luke moaned, her lush teats straining with desire. "I need you." Valentine, coarse abs pulsing softly in the moonlight, stood silently. Luke looked at him expectantly. "Oh, sorry," she added. "Valentine, I need you – sexually."
At hearing those beautiful words, Valentine flexed his rough-hewn abs and Luke found herself being guided to her soft bed by the sheer force of Valentine's undulating midsection. She parted her thighs in anticipation, exposing the soft pink petals of her clunge.
Valentine entered her like she was a lottery. His engorged pecker pushed inside her and she felt fulfilled with sexual fulfillment.
Luke clutched at the bedsheets with lust and ecstasy and her hands. Her spongy love mountains hurled to and fro with each pounding. Her body was like a beautiful flower that was opening and somebody was pushing their dick inside it.
Then Valentine moaned, arched his back, and suffered from dick Parkinson's. He pumped in all of his hot pearlescent sperms as Luke spasmed with so many orgasms!
The two lay still for a moment as the stinky scent of lovemaking billowed around the room. Luke got out of bed, still shimmering with orgasm. She glowed with contentment, like a cat who ate the cream of the crop.
She walked across the room and picked up her towel, still wet with shower water. "Valentine," she said softly, "there's something I have to tell you…"
But her bed was empty.
Valentine was gone, escaped out the bedroom window. In the distance, Luke heard the fading sound of galloping abs.
So that was Valuke. Aren't they amazing?
But yeah, once again, this wasn't ours, its from the ridiculous novel Rough and Ready by Sandra Hill.
Also, we don't like Luke as a woman, it just kinda happened this way. Plus we think it kind of adds to the hilariousness of whatever the fuck this shit is.
Anyway, please review.
xoxo
-R & A