@SHESABIGSHOT "Mother's first rule is to never do something by half measures."
He looked from her tits to her eyes, and he looked more determined than anything.
"I can marry Lucina, become prince, and have every right to claim a woman's service. Even that of a princess...
I know it's-
@SHESABIGSHOT how things are."
He shifted his hips... His shorts drew up... And the cloth slipped from between tip and thumb. His cock exposed down to the top fee inches.
"We don't have to. You can always say no, but... Fuck, I can't help wanting it."
@SHESABIGSHOT the sense to not name every single woman among the shepherds.
Morgan leaned into her, his fingers wandered around to her front. He stroked the meager strap of her bottoms, just above her crotch.
"My heart wants Lucina most. It's... Not fair, this monogamous culture. But that's-
@SHESABIGSHOT that to Cynthia. He thought of claiming both.
"It just is."
But he watched her hand as she was doing. And he hoped she would continue. He hoped she would go beyond.
Morgan reached over to the side and grabbed at her hip, held her close, felt her smooth skin.
"If... If we do-
@SHESABIGSHOT in her loins that I have."
He HOPED that thinking about her would get him to soften. It only got him hotter.
"It won't be soft in 30 minutes, Cyn."
@SHESABIGSHOT "Usually I have a book, or papers to work on, or a budget... Those things tend to help it go down..."
He tried to look around. Tried not to think about the soft fingers on his cock, and the cheap, thin material between them...
"Your sister... Luci... She... Lacks the same fire-