"It depends on how it's done, doesn't it?" Aislin inquired, as she looked up at her patron with glimmering eyes, awaiting another response, or perhaps a question.
It was only a statement that came; and a series of steps that closed the gap that once rested between them. Bringing the whore to look up into Amelia's face as lips pressed close to the stem of a swollen wine glass.
Aislin listened then, to her words in an amused silence. Her hands rising to meet the woman's thighs. To run up and down their length, slowly, softly. Building up a sense of heat between their two lithe forms. "If that is true, then put the glass down and tell me how you'd like it," the whore insisted. "Should I be soft with you?" she inquired, as her right hand rose over the protrusion of Amelia's hip, towards her breast, the tips of her fingers brushing the underside of the one closest, suggestively, before diving back down her belly, "or as rough as a man who hasn't yet sated his lust and seeks his own release?"
A curious grin crossed her lips.
But it was her eyes that seemed to smile most...
It was only a statement that came; and a series of steps that closed the gap that once rested between them. Bringing the whore to look up into Amelia's face as lips pressed close to the stem of a swollen wine glass.
Aislin listened then, to her words in an amused silence. Her hands rising to meet the woman's thighs. To run up and down their length, slowly, softly. Building up a sense of heat between their two lithe forms. "If that is true, then put the glass down and tell me how you'd like it," the whore insisted. "Should I be soft with you?" she inquired, as her right hand rose over the protrusion of Amelia's hip, towards her breast, the tips of her fingers brushing the underside of the one closest, suggestively, before diving back down her belly, "or as rough as a man who hasn't yet sated his lust and seeks his own release?"
A curious grin crossed her lips.
But it was her eyes that seemed to smile most...