She stood leaning on her staff. The way his eyes had drifted down to Cadwarra’s breasts when he had been introduced to her last night, Amber had little doubt he would be coming around to Cadwarra’s bed to try her out himself soon enough. She tilted her head back, closed her eyes and sighed contentedly as he suckled her. He must be done, she guessed, since he was no longer thrusting insanely. Not for the first time she saw him lower his gaze to rest on her taut breasts. Or was it Bowerbrook’s? Her beautiful blue eyes looked straight at Kivan for a long moment, though, betraying her interest. She was sure he would have made her cum, too. I can lend you my father’s work clothes. She had two hours still before she was to meet Mama for lunch. Arabella, who had quickly brought her burrowed shortspear up to the ready, now lowered it while glaring angrily at the chortling Gnoll. The urge to show her breasts to men must be one of those foolish things.
