Good, (she smiles, nipping at his lip again and she adjusts her pace just a little---something faster. he's like iron in her hand and she can't help but start thinking about riding him like a fine thoroughbred into oblivion.)
What do you think about me using my mouth, Aemond? (she purrs, wanting to hear more of those uncontrolled sounds from him.)
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What do you think about me using my mouth, Aemond? (she purrs, wanting to hear more of those uncontrolled sounds from him.)