Her moaning from me sucking her clit was enough that I just couldn't wait any longer. So there I was, between Kitten's legs licking her. She said, "da...ddy, I have to go. I have to go pee."I responded, "Just hold it, Kitten. Just a little longer." And I kept licking her swollen clit. I decided this was going to be it this time. I was so hot for her and I had thought so much about what I wanted to do. And I always wondered what it would be like to watch Kitten pee. What would it be like touching. She had skin as soft as satin and as pale as a lily, hair the color of the gold framing a heart shaped face. She had pleasantly plump lips and eyes the color of the sky, lined with thick, long lashes appealing enough to make even the steadfast Jarl crave her attentions. Yet she had found no one worthy of her attentions, she wasn’t shallow in the slightest, it was just hard to meet people when you were trapped in a temple all the time. Ah, well. Beggars can’t be choosers, can they? The. She said that she would then take him back to the hotel and fuck him while I waited at the lounge. I of course wasn't buying into it. I said, "how would I know if you really did do anything?" She responded with, "I don't know, I guess I would have to record it for you somehow. Not a video but at least the audio so that I can play it for you after." I was like yeah right! What we discussed next would change my mind on the whole subject. "Arieanna", told me that seriously speaking and in all. He poured her a gin with a wedge of lime. She had a sip and thought briefly about Botanics. The shakshouka simmered, tomatoes sensuously red, vibrant, redolent with sex. Everything was sex with him. His being, his brain, his heart, his cock made her feel perpetually on the verge of coming.He fucked her feministly. He was bold and assertive and powerful. He took her fully. And yet, the power was always underpinned by an erotic politics of equity. Every time they fucked she had to ask him to stop.