RONIN
Ronin had every intention of playing his cards right; his pulse quickened as Safrin lay back, the picture of maiden-like beauty, her dress splayed out around her like an opening lotus. It was with the slow and careful touch of a man intent on worshipping the flesh beneath his lips that he raised one of her legs to drape it over his bare shoulder. His mouth brushed against her inner thigh, kissing a hot pathway to her waiting core. Humming a note of pleasure, his hands slid beneath her backside, making his easier to arch her up and against his ministrations.
It was strange but no longer surprising, that with every moan and sigh and rising note of pleasure he drew from his goddess, Ronin felt his own arousal growing to something near unbearable. His tongue flicked out, lapping at her wetness and circling her clit, his fingers clasping her hips and squeezing, bringing her closer. Barely remembering to breathe, Ronin was fully encapsulated in his task, blinkered by the sounds of encouragement and plunging deep into the sudden and strange humanity he found within his goddess.
It was strange but no longer surprising, that with every moan and sigh and rising note of pleasure he drew from his goddess, Ronin felt his own arousal growing to something near unbearable. His tongue flicked out, lapping at her wetness and circling her clit, his fingers clasping her hips and squeezing, bringing her closer. Barely remembering to breathe, Ronin was fully encapsulated in his task, blinkered by the sounds of encouragement and plunging deep into the sudden and strange humanity he found within his goddess.
what?
