Her tunic bunched around her waist. Her sex was glistening, wetness smeared across her folds, her clit flushed and begging. I knelt between her thighs, stroking them slowly, spreading them wider as I leaned down and blew lightly on her soaked pussy, watching her shudder.
"Septimiusss~ haaaan~~ please... please... touch me... fuck me already!"
Her chest heaved, flushed and damp with sweat, hair clinging to her temples as she lay stretched across the feather-stuffed bed. Her tunic had fallen in disarray—bunched above her waist, baring the creamy length of her thighs and the glistening slit between them, while above it hung loose around her hips, her breasts exposed, swollen, gleaming from my tongue's earlier worship. Her nipples were flushed dark and glistening with saliva, peaks stiff, quivering with each ragged breath she took. The bedsheets beneath her were damp where her juices had soaked through, an imprint of need stained into white linen.
