RONIN
The balancing act is certainly impressive, Ronin's breath hitching at the ankle poised delicately over his shoulder. It would be a complete lie to say that he isn't interested - and impossible to do so, given how he's pressed against her. Whatever Cian's doing, it can take a little longer as far as Ronin is concerned. He turns his head to help unbuckle the other heel. "It's growing on me," he replies to the bartender; and it isn't the only thing that's growing, in that sense.
"And it's a lot bigger than I expected." The grin on his face is positively devilish at this point, and he gazes down the long length of the whore's legs, taking in her curves, the fragrant perfume, so different from his husband. And perhaps it's that which draws him to her, the fact that there's no reminder, that there's nothing to risk hurting him.
"And it's a lot bigger than I expected." The grin on his face is positively devilish at this point, and he gazes down the long length of the whore's legs, taking in her curves, the fragrant perfume, so different from his husband. And perhaps it's that which draws him to her, the fact that there's no reminder, that there's nothing to risk hurting him.
one more wish for you
