[ Once she feels his fingers touch her directly, she cries into the kiss, gripping tightly at his robes. She doesn't regret the feeling or pleasure or excitement. But she would regret any shame she would bring upon her parents for doing this.
So she hopes that he really is a man of his word and not just looking for another conquest. The lioness will not be tamed.
As she demonstrates by rocking herself on his fingers, the closest she's ever been to fucking. ]
[Smooth, hot and wet like a honey filled blossom. Since she is mostly above him, he lets her set the pace, fingers rubbing along the spread open bloom of her sex. No penetration, no compromise of her virtue. Though he knows well that reaching for the soft, pearl sized bud in her cunt is definitely going to aid the service of her pleasure. Frank kisses her jaw, her chin.
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So she hopes that he really is a man of his word and not just looking for another conquest. The lioness will not be tamed.
As she demonstrates by rocking herself on his fingers, the closest she's ever been to fucking. ]
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His breath is heavy. His heartbeat a drum.]