[ he is, at the very least, an enthusiastic one. truthfully, she could have fared worse, couldn't she? she doesn't have so much of an ego that winding up naked in bed with someone who outright found her revolting would have crushed her, but it certainly doesn't hurt any that this man seems more than happy to please her as she likes. not to mention, he isn't exactly hard on the eyes or anything.
she settles down atop the fluffed-up pillows with general ease, the only sound to escape her being a soft sigh that works to rid her of any lingering stress or anxiety. already, her body thanks her for settling back down on the mattress, and even as she parts her thighs for a man she'd only just met, she can feel some of that tension start to ebb away from between her shoulderblades. whatever happens, whatever happened, at least she'll get a little fun out of it.
she had only just begun to close her eyes when she hears him speak up again, tone oddly shy for someone who'd been boasting and preening just seconds prior. she lifts her head back up, peering down between her thighs. ]
Angelika.
[ call her old fashioned, but it feels oddly sentimental to ask for names in what is otherwise just a simple tryst. she can't help but view him in a slightly different light now, and — despite herself — she feels a little softer towards him for it.
quietly, she lifts a hand to trace down the back of one of his hands, easily spanning across her thigh even though that's one of the parts of her body that holds much of her extra weight. ]
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she settles down atop the fluffed-up pillows with general ease, the only sound to escape her being a soft sigh that works to rid her of any lingering stress or anxiety. already, her body thanks her for settling back down on the mattress, and even as she parts her thighs for a man she'd only just met, she can feel some of that tension start to ebb away from between her shoulderblades. whatever happens, whatever happened, at least she'll get a little fun out of it.
she had only just begun to close her eyes when she hears him speak up again, tone oddly shy for someone who'd been boasting and preening just seconds prior. she lifts her head back up, peering down between her thighs. ]
Angelika.
[ call her old fashioned, but it feels oddly sentimental to ask for names in what is otherwise just a simple tryst. she can't help but view him in a slightly different light now, and — despite herself — she feels a little softer towards him for it.
quietly, she lifts a hand to trace down the back of one of his hands, easily spanning across her thigh even though that's one of the parts of her body that holds much of her extra weight. ]
Does "the Wulf" have another name he goes by?