[ambrose has seduced a couple of fine ladies in his time, probably. little princelings, princesses, who had lain their white bodies out on claw-footed furniture for him, waiting for him to dispose of them on silk, with langor, drunk on opium as well as stupefying agents that have retained their contemporary popularity. he liked that well enough.
he likes this better, probably.
he skins the panties off of her, just barely in time for his shirt to abruptly take flight!! as if it were magicked away, joining legions of mythical carpets and wizards' cloaks, fancying itself a life of its own. he laughs, pleased, a puff of warm air against her cheek. his naked arm cinches her around her waist, and he rolls them halfway, onto their sides, their legs still interlaced. and then the hand at the small of her back wanders down, darts under the hem of her skirt. slides in between her buttocks, from behind. past the pink of her ass, running light down her taint, and to her pussy.
a finger curled, just a single one, shy, unobtrusive, canted with the tilt of her body, to test if she's damp at all yet, open her a little. see how much more there's to be done -- or if she'd like to be taken without.
and he smiles against her mouth, in the meantime, his head pillowed gently on the smoky trails of her hair.]
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he likes this better, probably.
he skins the panties off of her, just barely in time for his shirt to abruptly take flight!! as if it were magicked away, joining legions of mythical carpets and wizards' cloaks, fancying itself a life of its own. he laughs, pleased, a puff of warm air against her cheek. his naked arm cinches her around her waist, and he rolls them halfway, onto their sides, their legs still interlaced. and then the hand at the small of her back wanders down, darts under the hem of her skirt. slides in between her buttocks, from behind. past the pink of her ass, running light down her taint, and to her pussy.
a finger curled, just a single one, shy, unobtrusive, canted with the tilt of her body, to test if she's damp at all yet, open her a little. see how much more there's to be done -- or if she'd like to be taken without.
and he smiles against her mouth, in the meantime, his head pillowed gently on the smoky trails of her hair.]