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HeyThereLittleBear
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As per his usual, her husband was a voracious lover that was always eager to take part in her flesh. She didn’t expect for him to be quite as voracious as to quite literally dive under her skirts the moment he laid her down onto the bed. She couldn’t suppress a giggle as his beard tickled up her thighs, her body tensing up just a bit before she felt him pull down her under linens to press his lips against her.
He continued to pleasure her with his tongue, his licks bringing her hips to rise up to his mouth as she let out soft gasps of pleasure. Any arousal that she’d had before had been amplified tenfold by his attentions, her body craving to have him more so than she’d craved him before. By the time that he pulled out from beneath her skirts she was eager to have him take her fully, her eyes appreciating him as he disrobed.
Unfortunately for her, clothes were not made for woman to be easily removed, her fumbling fingers working off her corsets and skirts while she watched him pull his clothing off. She liked to see his body without clothing or decorum, enjoyed appreciating the man that she had come to love so dearly. He was, without a doubt, a very handsome man, even despite the age difference between them. His age had not changed the fact that he was still a being so full of masculinity that she couldn’t help but desire to have him dominate her.
When the last of her skirts fell to the floor, she slid herself off the bed, her hands moving to his thick length. “I would like,” She stroked him, placing kisses along his collarbone, “To pleasure you as only a wife is permitted to do so. Will you allow me that honor?”
**
The home that Erwhla had come to was that of a man that was known for his profession - it was not one that was not one that provided him great wealth, as his very comely home very blatantly displayed. The knock brought forth a loud groan from inside of the deepest reaches of the house, followed by a dull thud. There was a long bout of silence before the door opened to reveal a man that looked to be in his mid-thirties, his face gruff with a poorly grown beard but sharp eyes.
“The hell do you want?” The door opened a bit more when the man recognized he was speaking to someone of the royal court, showing that the man was dressed in a scant robe that covered a majority of his body, though left the center of his body exposed, the only other covering being a simple cloth just barely covering his loins. Despite his apparent lack of concern with his nakedness towards the other male, his lack of clothing displayed that his body was lean but not without muscle, scars from maulings and battles covering most of what was exposed.
“Speak. And make it worth my time.”
He continued to pleasure her with his tongue, his licks bringing her hips to rise up to his mouth as she let out soft gasps of pleasure. Any arousal that she’d had before had been amplified tenfold by his attentions, her body craving to have him more so than she’d craved him before. By the time that he pulled out from beneath her skirts she was eager to have him take her fully, her eyes appreciating him as he disrobed.
Unfortunately for her, clothes were not made for woman to be easily removed, her fumbling fingers working off her corsets and skirts while she watched him pull his clothing off. She liked to see his body without clothing or decorum, enjoyed appreciating the man that she had come to love so dearly. He was, without a doubt, a very handsome man, even despite the age difference between them. His age had not changed the fact that he was still a being so full of masculinity that she couldn’t help but desire to have him dominate her.
When the last of her skirts fell to the floor, she slid herself off the bed, her hands moving to his thick length. “I would like,” She stroked him, placing kisses along his collarbone, “To pleasure you as only a wife is permitted to do so. Will you allow me that honor?”
**
The home that Erwhla had come to was that of a man that was known for his profession - it was not one that was not one that provided him great wealth, as his very comely home very blatantly displayed. The knock brought forth a loud groan from inside of the deepest reaches of the house, followed by a dull thud. There was a long bout of silence before the door opened to reveal a man that looked to be in his mid-thirties, his face gruff with a poorly grown beard but sharp eyes.
“The hell do you want?” The door opened a bit more when the man recognized he was speaking to someone of the royal court, showing that the man was dressed in a scant robe that covered a majority of his body, though left the center of his body exposed, the only other covering being a simple cloth just barely covering his loins. Despite his apparent lack of concern with his nakedness towards the other male, his lack of clothing displayed that his body was lean but not without muscle, scars from maulings and battles covering most of what was exposed.
“Speak. And make it worth my time.”