Feeling his rough, warm hands on her toned butt felt good. Almost as good as sitting on her throne. She pressed her legs against his hips, her panties still dangling from her left ankle. She didn't care though, didn't even notice. Once she felt the familiar sensation of his thick cock against her sopping wet cut, she bucked her hips slightly in reaction. A reaction that she didn't quite understand. She had basically gotten rejected, and yet she wanted this man like no other at this very moment.
Finally, he pressed into her, separating her folds easily. A deep, long, continuous stroke that seemed to go on forever until finally their bodies met. She panted softly, realizing that this was another situation where she had to stay quiet. These halls echoed well. There closeness was..intoxicating though. She could feel the warmth of his body mingle with hers, and of course all that muscle she admired from afar was right there, waiting to be touched on. Though before she could, she felt him grasp one of her breasts through the flimsy yet expensive fabric of her dress. No doubt he could feel her hard nipple easily.
She sucked in a sharp breath before he started moving. Now was the hard part. Staying quiet. She looked into his eyes and then suddenly leaned up for a deep kiss, sliding her tongue into his mouth almost forcefully.