ArcticAvenue
Randomly Pawing At Keys
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Paul was a dutiful man, not just in uniform but out of it as well. He enjoyed service to a greater cause. He really enjoyed service to the pleasures of others. Even with his rare run-ins with the ill-repute women that visit army camps, little brought him more enjoyment than the attention he put to others. Having the chance to do just that to someone he cared about just made the effort that much greater.
Like when he mounted her on the lakeside, the woman who seemed so large in personality seemed small when she wrapped her legs around his head. This just meant he felt fully in control when he grabbed at her hips, or pushed his tongue where none had gone before. He had the means to access any part of her he wished, and he did. Toying at her little nubben, licking at the soft inner lips, digging deep to search the right points where to set her off more. It was a simple game, if she reacted as she enjoyed it, he did it again. Soon his face was covered in her juices; and the rouse of checking how clean she was now seemed even more comical.
The efforts left him more than ready for another go himself. He crawled up her body, kissing at her heated flesh, spending time to give full attention to each of her breasts, until finally his lips found hers.
Now hovering over her body with his renewed hardness brushing her loins he breathed, “does the queen have anything else she wishes of me this evening?”
Like when he mounted her on the lakeside, the woman who seemed so large in personality seemed small when she wrapped her legs around his head. This just meant he felt fully in control when he grabbed at her hips, or pushed his tongue where none had gone before. He had the means to access any part of her he wished, and he did. Toying at her little nubben, licking at the soft inner lips, digging deep to search the right points where to set her off more. It was a simple game, if she reacted as she enjoyed it, he did it again. Soon his face was covered in her juices; and the rouse of checking how clean she was now seemed even more comical.
The efforts left him more than ready for another go himself. He crawled up her body, kissing at her heated flesh, spending time to give full attention to each of her breasts, until finally his lips found hers.
Now hovering over her body with his renewed hardness brushing her loins he breathed, “does the queen have anything else she wishes of me this evening?”