The jugs were rather large, like the pitchers they had at home for their water. Satlyn shut the door behind them and moved to the bed, "I still have money for groceries~"
Her one tankard turned into several, she went through three pitchers on her own. She was laying back, her dress pulled up over her thighs, her breathing a little heavy, "It's so warm...~"
The strings came undone easily and she pulled her dress from her shoulders before letting it fall from her body. She ran her hands over her hips and breasts, sighing softly in delight.