[His voice comes out deliriously low and sweet.] Oh, Fury, yes. Shake your hips for me, won't you?
[Without taking his eyes off of Francel, he makes a grab for the oft used jar from the night stand. He untwists the metal screw top and tosses it aside. He scoops some of the lavender scented gel from the edge... They would have to buy more he silently notes. He reaches down and jerks himself slowly with the cold lubricant, sighing as it bought him a few more minutes.
He reaches up between Francel's beauitful thighs, noting how much larger and more masculine his hands looked next to Francel's- his thin hands holding the red silk. He presses his fingers behind francel's coinpurse of a sac, acting as if he's just massaging the oil into the area.]
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[Without taking his eyes off of Francel, he makes a grab for the oft used jar from the night stand. He untwists the metal screw top and tosses it aside. He scoops some of the lavender scented gel from the edge... They would have to buy more he silently notes. He reaches down and jerks himself slowly with the cold lubricant, sighing as it bought him a few more minutes.
He reaches up between Francel's beauitful thighs, noting how much larger and more masculine his hands looked next to Francel's- his thin hands holding the red silk. He presses his fingers behind francel's coinpurse of a sac, acting as if he's just massaging the oil into the area.]