Tell her another story of your conquest and charms.
From Lord Of Utterdom
You go on, in sordid detail, about more of your conquests. You spare nothing in your accounts of the wild days and nights you've had, and she seems to be quite excited by it. She hangs on your every word, eyes wide as she listens.
Her hand sneaks beneath the table, and you watch it slide between her legs, pressing at herself through her dress. She bites at her lip. "Don't stop. Prattle on."
You continue your tales, and she moans softly as she pleasures herself through her skirt. You watch as she enjoys every word, but then she suddenly stops.
"Please," she says, standing. "I'll need to be alone now." She nods toward the door. "I apologize for my rudeness, but I fear this goes too far."
You argue, but she's not hving it. She ushers you out of the door, and back to your horse. You can only imagine what she's doing as you mount up with a heavy sigh.
Bypass the cottage and head into the woods
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