He seemed to think I could just drop the horseshoes I was in the middle of making and read the work order he had. Kivan waited politely. Instead of milk, he tasted the saltiness of hot sweat on her nipple. Will you forgive me for rushing off?”
Zanhass seemed loath to let him go. “How often is it like this, all…all big and hard” Zanhass asked. Intrigued, she pushed the tip down a little farther. Cadwarra felt slippery. The panting of the male sex partner rose in volume. She had a strong blacksmith’s grip. She lay there, sleepy and sexually frustrated, Cadwarra’s breast in mouth. For reasons that puzzled her, Zanhass had been so very tempted to lift her shirt and let the customers have a better look at the out of control mounds of flesh growing there. Despite its size, it hung there, ignoring gravity, suspended in the air, curving up in a lovely sweeping shape. She was so longing for his big cock that her snatch was hot.
