“Yeah, let’s uh. . . Get away from pryin’ eyes first. Don’t want everyone gettin’ an eye full.”
She won’t lie; her small hands felt divine, and frankly? If she wasn’t careful she’d soon have the Spartan riled up.
“I’m sure I can arrange that if you want.”
An idle throb made the woman’s girth pulse within her hands, though she’d let a hand drop to cradle the woman’s cheek.
“Let you get a proper inspection.”
Shifting to tower over her, opting to give the smaller woman some shade a soft laugh escaped.
“Handsy little thing, aren’t you?”
Luckily she didn’t seem to mind, in fact she was almost impressed by her bravery.
“Yeah, would you like to get out of the heat then?”
The Spartan purred; slowly moving a hand to brush her knuckles against her cheek, head tilting ever so slightly.
“Oh, of course. There’s at least a dozen of us. . .”
Grinning ever so slightly behind her helm; she knew just what was going through her head, and frankly she adored it.
The single she’d prod at the thick, flaccid shaft?
It would throb ever so slightly.
“Ah—, y’ mean that. Well, not every Spartan’s unfortunately hung like a horse.”
“Yup. We’re super soldiers, meanin’ we’re bigger than regular humans.”
The Spartan would lean down a bit, attempting to help calm her.
“But yes, I’m missin’ a lot of armor. Just needed to let my body relax a bit.”
“The body armor covers it up—, I just don’t have my codpiece on.”
Stifling a short laugh, a hand moves to settle on her side.
“Besides—, I don’t mind showin’ it off. It gets too uncomfortable tryin’ to keep it hidden.”
Already? Fine. Why they have those additions to their suits to help with being pent up is beyond her…seems to never work…
Where are they? She’ll head over to their location.