[ Lines from battle, from a child, things that most women could consider flaws but he can only find beautiful. Thumbs brush across them briefly as hands continue their task, pants moving further down down down. Parts only for a moment to pull them past her thighs, then down to her boots, both tugged to be unceremoniously deposited upon the floor.
Returns quickly, chasing the warmth of her skin, hands skating across her belly and thighs. Greedily swallowing her sighs with his lips, though he has no problem with noise - no, no, he would have her sing as loudly as her voice allowed. See her sighs, her moans mix with his own and color the walls of the brothel. It is theirs, this building, as much as he is hers and she is his. For as long as the night gives them.
Lips find her jaw again, a hand slipping down past what cloth remains to her. This he wants to hear - commit to memory the notes she sings the moment his fingers find her heat. Moving slow and deliberate. ]
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Returns quickly, chasing the warmth of her skin, hands skating across her belly and thighs. Greedily swallowing her sighs with his lips, though he has no problem with noise - no, no, he would have her sing as loudly as her voice allowed. See her sighs, her moans mix with his own and color the walls of the brothel. It is theirs, this building, as much as he is hers and she is his. For as long as the night gives them.
Lips find her jaw again, a hand slipping down past what cloth remains to her. This he wants to hear - commit to memory the notes she sings the moment his fingers find her heat. Moving slow and deliberate. ]