StarXChyld
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(OOC: I'm back and ready to play again, Steiner!)
IC: She rested her head on the back of the pew, staring up at the beamed ceiling. Father Ambrosius’ fingers worked silently yet expertly over her moistened lips. He would stop periodically to dab a bit more of the salve onto her throbbing heat and she would hold her breath until his fingers once again were upon her. His touch was firm yet gentle enough to make her juices flow. She shivered with erotic delight at the thought of seducing this priest.
Once again his fingers pulled back from her and she tilted her chin down to gaze at him. He was staring at her, unsure of his next move. She could see he would need a little further encouragement and so with the leg that was over his strong shoulder, she pulled him in a little closer. He fell on his knees before her, a loud “thud” echoing through the empty chapel. Sitting up slightly as to slide her other leg over his shoulder, she leaned forward and swept her hand tenderly over his forehead.
“My dear Father, you’re perspiring heavily. Are you all right?” Her fingertip curled over the back of his ear, pulling his face even closer to the prize she was offering.
IC: She rested her head on the back of the pew, staring up at the beamed ceiling. Father Ambrosius’ fingers worked silently yet expertly over her moistened lips. He would stop periodically to dab a bit more of the salve onto her throbbing heat and she would hold her breath until his fingers once again were upon her. His touch was firm yet gentle enough to make her juices flow. She shivered with erotic delight at the thought of seducing this priest.
Once again his fingers pulled back from her and she tilted her chin down to gaze at him. He was staring at her, unsure of his next move. She could see he would need a little further encouragement and so with the leg that was over his strong shoulder, she pulled him in a little closer. He fell on his knees before her, a loud “thud” echoing through the empty chapel. Sitting up slightly as to slide her other leg over his shoulder, she leaned forward and swept her hand tenderly over his forehead.
“My dear Father, you’re perspiring heavily. Are you all right?” Her fingertip curled over the back of his ear, pulling his face even closer to the prize she was offering.