She'd be right: Eskel shimmies down the bed until her thighs frame his face. He grins at her, keeping eye contact as he bites into the little bit of softness at the inside of her thigh, sucking a bruise to the surface. Now she'll have cause to think of him when she's trying to sit and attend to her royal duties. When he's satisfied with his handiwork, he sets his lips and tongue to far gentler and more precise work between her thighs.
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Date: 2020-09-17 03:33 am (UTC)