[Robb values traditions. Before bedding a maid he should marry her first and he could look at teats and cunts but he should not touch them. But with alcohol soaring through his veins it is an entirely different story. As if every drop of blood in his body starts to pool between his legs. Every time he tells himself to turn back he finds himself drawn in by her warm lips and devious tongue.
Even though kissing is quite a wet, sticky business he truly likes it. He is extremely fond of the intimacy.
And she moves against him, grinding against the spots where he likes it the most and he can’t help but groaning softly.]
You are welcome, lady Sheva.
[The words are spoken in a whisper while she rests her forehead against his.]
Allow me to...
[Before he get s too comfortable pressing his forehead against hers he slowly leans in closer, pressing his lips right underneath her ear.]
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Even though kissing is quite a wet, sticky business he truly likes it. He is extremely fond of the intimacy.
And she moves against him, grinding against the spots where he likes it the most and he can’t help but groaning softly.]
You are welcome, lady Sheva.
[The words are spoken in a whisper while she rests her forehead against his.]
Allow me to...
[Before he get s too comfortable pressing his forehead against hers he slowly leans in closer, pressing his lips right underneath her ear.]