Cadrissa's sultry purr is a horny, vehement statement, not a spark of docile compliance.
Lust overflows from her Pink irises in a surge of Emts, expectant for anything i could do to her.
"Crouch on the couch, Rissa". I order with casual voice, but her response is immediate.
"Yes, Sir". She follows the instruction, her feet over the cushioned seat's edge, my groin pampered by her buttocks, and her sex is closer to my guarded virility.
I spank her softly, and she starts grinding her pelvis against me, just like her Elderly Aunt did in the Tower's bathtub.
An innocent low moan leaves Rissa, her excitement rising her temperature, and the beads of sweat appearing on her temples turn into ephemeral trails of moisture that are evaporated into steam.
"Don't stress yourself, Rissa". I say lowering the back of her gambeson. "We are doing this to relax. Overthinking it's unnecessary, let your preoccupations aside, «Explore and Enjoy»".
"Yes, Sir".
