While he used her mouth and thrusted into it over and over again, she looked up at him with a 𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒇𝒖𝒍 and 𝒔𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒓𝒚 gaze.
Her arms pulled tighter, edging him to push deeper as his knees squished into her pillowy bust. She could take 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 and 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓. ~
She's not a woman who works without some encouragement.
It'd be plainly obvious as he hit her over and over again.
With a subtle glint in her eyes to dare him to push deep and 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒓 .~
Her tongue swirling and dancing against every veiny inch.
The lewd sounds of 𝒔𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒑 𝒔𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒑 𝒔𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒑 began to echo the room.
Her fingers lightly touched against his thigh and cheek, as if to edge him forth.
Her glass aside, how could she do less for her guest? One might take it as an insult!
As her bosom squished into his thighs, the warmth of her maw engulfed inch after inch.
Only coming to a halt once it hit her farthest wall.
Just two adults, naked in a common room, and sips of wine dinner gone into them.
It truly was oddly comfortable. Yet tense with who'd make the first move.
Perhaps the goat with her wine? Red having almost spilt on her snow fur?
Or him, with perhaps some impatience for more?