She pushed Cadwarra’s clithood up and worked her love-button, using the semen to masturbate Cadwarra as she slumbered. He had looked at them when she had pumped the bellows and made them jiggle. There was a drop of something slippery on the tip. “What are you doing” she asked innocently, puzzled by such an odd action. He would willingly drink an entire glass of that perspiration just to see her smile at him again. “Hang your shirt over there.”
Thinking nothing of it, Kivan stripped off his shirt and turned away from Zanhass to hang it up. The smithy had a big chimney with plenty of smoke rising from it. Kivan’s hard cock got in the way, preventing them from getting closer. Zanhass looked at the first hard penis she had ever seen. He decided it was only an accident her lips had brushed across his skin. Her hair was all messed up and Kivan smoothed it down affectionately. She rationalized it was just a wicked fantasy. Rubbing. Very soon, she felt his movements suddenly hasten then he made several long, hard cockdrives into her. She was fishing for some information to indicate what part it was that Tunare wanted her to play in this young man’s life.
