There was something about the way he moaned that made her wetter. The scent of her arousal was killing his soul. She swallowed her eyes still on his length. Her warm breath fanning on it, the temptation was strong but she refused.
She straddled his waist, her entrance so close to his length. Abrielle loved how she was driving him to the edge. "At least let me lick you dry." He requested more like begging
Abrielle chuckled, her laugh slightly evil. She reached out for her entrance, her fingers dipping into her soaked flowers. She rolled her fingers in, making her hum in delight.
Her fingers were so wet, her slow actions were more torturous than all the cuts he had received on the battlefield before. She pulled out her fingers that were dripping her juices. "No, I can't let you have a taste down there. Do you know why?" She asked.
There was this evil glint in her eyes that made him amused. "Why?" He asked with a teasing grin on his lips that made her almost break her act.
