“Oh? About my handsome looks, my talented hands?” His eyes tracked her every move, from the curves of her legs bending, muscles shifting to get into the tub, to catch the hand dipping under the water. He held her gaze, the smug grin across his face growing wicked as hands undid the belt across his breeches. “Now Willie, is this your way of saying you want me around more?” He’d snort, peeling the band of both his pants and underwear over the hipline, before shaking and kicking them off to join the rest of his clothes in a pile. “I can’t, I’ll make you sick and the old man will get fed up with you giving me special treatment. Besides, absence makes the fuck better no?” Hands gripped the rim of the tub, head leaning in towards her, his mouth hovering over hers, “And we fuck like champions.”
Capturing her lips, Ruth kissed her slowly, taking his time. “Hands where I can see them,” he instructed. He could always count on Willie to numb and electrify every part of him, and he in turn seemed to do the same for her. The only difference was that they both knew what they had was temporary, as fun and enjoyable as it was, one day he was sure she would tire of him. Still, she alone had kept him sane after the Inquisition fall out. Willie wasn’t like that lying cunt, no, as cunt’s went, Willie’s was the most honest.
“Oh? One you’d recommend then?” he’d tease, pulling back to climb in and finally join her. Dipping his head under, Ruth would come back up with hands wiping the water from his eyes, dragging his fingers through his wet hair. “Mmm,” fell as a slight growl, his hand cutting through the water easily to tug her by the foot and over to him. In the short distance Ruth turned her away, sliding his cock between her ass cheeks as she settled into his lap. Lips nipped a path down her neck while his hands began their own journey of reacquainting themselves with the curves of her form, one hand palmed, teased a breast as the other swept on a trail downwards.
“Who said it would be your fingers?”
Capturing her lips, Ruth kissed her slowly, taking his time. “Hands where I can see them,” he instructed. He could always count on Willie to numb and electrify every part of him, and he in turn seemed to do the same for her. The only difference was that they both knew what they had was temporary, as fun and enjoyable as it was, one day he was sure she would tire of him. Still, she alone had kept him sane after the Inquisition fall out. Willie wasn’t like that lying cunt, no, as cunt’s went, Willie’s was the most honest.
“Oh? One you’d recommend then?” he’d tease, pulling back to climb in and finally join her. Dipping his head under, Ruth would come back up with hands wiping the water from his eyes, dragging his fingers through his wet hair. “Mmm,” fell as a slight growl, his hand cutting through the water easily to tug her by the foot and over to him. In the short distance Ruth turned her away, sliding his cock between her ass cheeks as she settled into his lap. Lips nipped a path down her neck while his hands began their own journey of reacquainting themselves with the curves of her form, one hand palmed, teased a breast as the other swept on a trail downwards.
“Who said it would be your fingers?”
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