06.Jan.21, 01:53 PM
There was both relief and immense hungry longing as Pendalier pulled his mouth and hand away. Esille didn't have time to do more than gasp and whimper though as strong arms hauled her from her position on the desk and spun her around with ease. She shivered, leaning over the desk to grab on again as she nodded at the command. She wasn't so much worried about being tempted to touch herself as she was wanting to touch him, or just forgetting herself in the moment and letting go as he had his way with her.
His initial thrust was almost enough to do her in and her hands spasms slightly as she let out a throaty cry. Esille tightened her grip on the desk, her knuckles white as she bit her lower lip and pressed back to meet him. Even if she hadn't loved Pendalier she certainly couldn't have said no to the man's cock as it hit home in all of the right ways. She didn't know if he was skilled and trying to drive her wild on purpose or if he was just uncannily lucky, made for her or she for him.
The added touches to her backside were an exquisite torture, testing her resolve as she nearly lost her grip. Taking the entire length of him there wasn't her favorite position (though she still enjoyed it enough that she never had any complaints), but the light playing at her entrance always had her pressing back against Pendalier and babbling incoherently for more like a bitch in heat. Another hard thrust tipped her over the edge and she cried out. She didn't even notice at first that one hand had slipped, sliding partway down the top of the desk before she realized and frantically thrust it back up to grab hold again. She hoped Pendalier would forgive her, but he was making it so very hard to care.
His initial thrust was almost enough to do her in and her hands spasms slightly as she let out a throaty cry. Esille tightened her grip on the desk, her knuckles white as she bit her lower lip and pressed back to meet him. Even if she hadn't loved Pendalier she certainly couldn't have said no to the man's cock as it hit home in all of the right ways. She didn't know if he was skilled and trying to drive her wild on purpose or if he was just uncannily lucky, made for her or she for him.
The added touches to her backside were an exquisite torture, testing her resolve as she nearly lost her grip. Taking the entire length of him there wasn't her favorite position (though she still enjoyed it enough that she never had any complaints), but the light playing at her entrance always had her pressing back against Pendalier and babbling incoherently for more like a bitch in heat. Another hard thrust tipped her over the edge and she cried out. She didn't even notice at first that one hand had slipped, sliding partway down the top of the desk before she realized and frantically thrust it back up to grab hold again. She hoped Pendalier would forgive her, but he was making it so very hard to care.