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[ ashu why do all your guys like calling her petnames, huh. because ishmael's going to scowl at being called "toots". it's so demeaning? then again, she hasn't really told him her name yet, huh.
some sounds of retching later and he's back with the essentials, to which ishmael gratefully receives from him and wastes no time in swallowing the medicine down and chasing it off with some water. ahh, that's more like it. ]
Y-You do? That's... great. [ it's no not great. ] You mean this isn't your first time at a place like this before?
[ blair i can't help it he's from the 1940's era .... it's in his blood to use petnames .... toji has no excuse though..
Beowulf takes his seat on the edge of the bed and thinks for a moment. ]
Well, I will say.. waking up butt-naked in a robe was kind of weird. But back when I was in my prime [ oh fuck he's one of those retirees] I was a pretty frequent guest at a casino back home. I've missed it, so it feels really good to be in the scene again.
[ even if he has no fucking clue what is going on here.. ]
[ not him going "back in my days" like an old man, help
but huh, that's interesting. she'd thought that everyone here would've had to ease themselves into this resort's culture and environment over time, so she's quite surprised to hear that someone's already used to those shenanigans before coming here. ]
What's stopping you from pursuing it again, though? I mean, you're...
[ He left the ring at the height of his career. He's got plenty of trophies, a championship belt, and a rather gruesome, severed arm belonging to giant monster that he defeated with his bare hands. There's a reason why, but for somebody with as much bravado as he has, Beowulf doesn't feel like it's a detail he can share with a near stranger. That's being vulnerable and showing a side of him that he isn't too proud about.
Though, for a moment, Ishmael will see she's struck some sort of weak spot. He's great at acting though and covering it up. ]
[ But that expression is gone in a near instant and he rakes his hand through his hair, flipping it, nearly sparkling once again. ]
Of course I don't look bad! Hell, I'm 287 pounds of sex appeal, baby! Don't you worry your little self 'bout me. I'll make a come back! That's what I was doing before I was brought here, actually. I think all of this is just gonna give me a leg up with it all.
[ hurriedly standing up!! and.. going towards the bathroom again. ]
How's this. Lemme draw a bath for you. It would probably feel nice to have that all that pretty hair cleaned up, right?
[ whoa, he completely went silent for a moment there. either he was scrambling for an answer in that airhead of his, or he was hesitant on telling her the truth. not that she's expecting him to confess the latter. they just met, after all. no need to put out all the cards on the table right away.
well, she can't say she hates how he bounces back from his moment of silence just now. that's good. especially when he makes that all-too enticing offer. ]
...Yeah. I'd appreciate that. Since you went up and drooled all over my hair and all. [ she smiles. ] Call me Ishmael.
[ Ishmael, huh? Sorry, but he's probably going to shorten that. Beowulf does offer her a genuine smile, giving her a little fingergun. ]
Whatever you say, Ish.
[ It's too early for him to be this formal, but he is. ]
I'm realizing that I have to introduce myself here, which I ain't used to. Back home, everyone knows me! I'm the mighty Beowulf, undefeated wrestling champion! AROO!
[ Thankfully, he does leave towards the bathroom area, starting to run the water, but continuing the conversation from there. ]
I spent alotta time in casinos as a guest, so it feels right at home for me! Nothing makes me happier than pleasing my fans! That being said-- [ he sticks his head out from the bathroom to look at Ishmael ] if I can please you in anyway, you let me know!
[ cause he is assuming Ishmael has become a fan of him already. ]
[ NOT HIM HOWLING LIKE THE WOLF THAT RHYMES WITH HIS NAME she could've sworn she cringed right then and there.
nevertheless, she gets up from the bed and follows him to the bathroom, watching him draw up the bath as he continues to yap. no wonder he's that well-known in the world he's from if he's made this quite of an impact to a stranger like her already. ]
Uh... Yeah. I'll keep you in mind.
[ not enough to become a huge fan, however. she just met the guy, damn. but she's gonna need a leg up in fulfilling quotas if she were to continue staying here, and she may as well start now.
she sits at the corner of the tub, checking the temperature. yep, just right. ]
I'm going to confess something: I have had sex before. But it was only once and it was forgettable, so... [ shrugs. ] Just thought I'd get that out of the way first. Wouldn't want to disappoint you or anything.
[ Beowulf allows her some room as he also is near the tub, kneeling by it. He's attentive when Ishmael talks to him; he especially looks pretty dog-like right about now. Not a single thought in his stupid meathead. ]
What'ya mean? I don't think someone like you could really disappoint me in any way. I loooove gingers.
[ A beat. ]
But hey, I was just drawing the bath for you. If you wanna have some fun, I'm always game for that. Doesn't matter if you're really experienced or not. If not, could I maybe at least wash your hair for you?
the dog people gravitating towards her. it's like she's been carrying the catnip this entire time. or in this case, dognip?
the request takes her slightly aback, though. here she thought he was soliciting her for sex, but a little pampering doesn't sound all that bad. maybe he's just really into red hair. regardless, she nods, takes off the robe that reveals her freckled, scarred body, and sinks into the bathwater. ahh. ]
Man, I don't remember the last time I took a dip like this...
[ Oh, Ishmael. Warn a guy when you just take off your robe like that, cause he's not really looking away as she steps into the bathtub. Don't think he hadn't seen those scars, though. Instantly, his mind thinks she's a fighter. He feels himself blush, just slightly. ]
You, uh.. you probably deserve it.
[ He's going to allow her to soak for a moment before reaching over for the shampoo bottle and squeezing an ample amount into his palms. He's.. going to probably need more than this, right? Like the whole hotel sized bottle? Maybe even more. ]
[ listen, after being forced to do what's essentially foreplay in most of those parlor games, ishmael can't really afford shame anymore. in order to survive in this world, she has to adapt, and that involves showing strangers her birthday suit more often than not. at least this guy's being a gentleman, in his own way.
and yeah, her hair's going to need more than one bottle. there should be some reserves in the cabinets, it's fine. ]
Fixer. A mercernary, in other words. And before that, I used to be a sailor.
[ she gathers her hair up and hands them over to beowulf. take care, now. ]
[ Ish, your hair is heavy when it's wet. Fortunately, he's pretty buff, no problem for him, but he may have miscalculated just how much hair it is. He obviously looks puzzled where to start, but begins at the ends, lathering up the shampoo there.
Her resume is impressive. To him. But he's a meathead who likes macho stuff, and if the scars didn't say enough already, hearing her talk about her jobs helps. ]
Whoa. That's hot. [ on my knees, begging him to stop.. ]
You're a hero wearing scars like that! Thanks for your service. [ he may be stupid-- but scars speak his language. His world is just now recovering from a world war itself, so heroism is all fresh on his mind. ]
It's gotta feel different here for ya! [ meanwhile him... it feels so natural.. ]
[ no king please don't stop. her own hair can't wash by itself, you know. but ishmael being able to lug her wet mane's hair around like it's nothing is testament to her own strength, just shrugging off his praise before dipping both her arms back into the water. why he's thanking her for doing her utmost job of killing people for a living is beyond her, but she's rolling with it for now. ]
Mhm. Everything here is... pretty new to me. Like the sex part, like I just mentioned.
[ she huddles her knees close to her chest, her expression somber. ]
Can't help but feel a little lost, but. Don't we all?
[ except for this guy here, apparently. he fits like a glove. ]
[ Beowulf continues to shampoo her hair contently, eventually allowing his hands to reach her scalp; he treats her to a little scalp massage. Truthfully, he felt more lost back at home, this scene is what he is used to. ]
You'll get the hang of it. Hell, you got the hang of your mercenary work, right?
[ He doesn't need to get into the part of his life where things were pretty low, but maybe that's why his spirits are high because this is so much better than being all washed up, alone and retired. He suddenly stands up and shakes out his own hair before setting his hands on the hem of his shirt and peeling it off with ease. ]
[ well, he's got a point. her adaptability and quick thinking did help her stay alive, long enough to end up in a place like this. wild how her compass has lead her here, and it makes her think that maybe there's a reason why she of all people arrived here.
she blinks at him stripping off his shirt, a slight flush blooming on her cheeks as she scoots forward a little so that he can sit down behind her. the tub is big enough for two, as if it serves another purpose that isn't just bathing, but she's just going to ignore than and revel how... comforting it is to have someone at very close proximity like this. so comfortable, that she can't help but lean back against him. ]
Mm. Keep doing that. [ the scalp massage felt really nice. it's always the little things in life for her. ]
[ Lean back all you want, Ishmael. His frame and wide and sturdy, as long as she doesn't mind the spread of hair across his chest and down the middle of his abdomen. Back to work, though, as he busies getting more shampoo on his hands, and yes, he'll continue at the scalp once more. ]
You know, Ish. I know we just met and all, and I'm sure you're capable of taking care of yourself, but if anyone gives you any trouble here, just let me know.
[ scrub scrub her scalp.. he's literally just a really nice guy who is full of himself and stupid, honest. ]
I'm not sure what to expect, but I'd like to look out for the people who have been nice to me here!
[ damn, he's so bushy. can't say she dislikes it, though. she may have relaxed in beowulf's massage, but she still has her guard up in other ways. ]
I'm just showing you basic human courtesy, is all. I don't think you should be too trusting to people either. Especially when practically everyone here is obligated to jump each other's bones for cash.
[ the guy's sweet, but that's going to attract people who'd want to manipulate him. trust her, she would know. ]
But, um... Thanks for the offer. I think you're the nicer guy than me, though. If I'm being honest, I don't really know what to do with that kindness.
[ wow blair... just out right calling out his whole story mode route where he's taken advantage of.. ]
You don't gotta do anything, baby! I like seeing other people pleased. It makes me happy. That's why I have a bunch of happy fans. I hope I can build up that reputation here.
[ lord knows he's not gonna stop wrestling when he was just getting back into the spotlight. Stay tuned for his fight club era. ]
But hey, if you wanna get used to sleeping around here, maybe you're right. Maybe you should start with me first. I can go easy!
[ STOP HE JUST SEEMS LIKE THAT KINDA GUY...... please take care of yourself first, king 🥺
but right now, it does look like he's being serious in taking good care of her, which kind of weirds ishmael out. not because the offer isn't entirely unwelcome, but usually this entails wanting something out of her in return, and she presumes that like everyone else here, he probably wants to sustain himself with the money he'd get from sex. that's normal, she supposes. they all gotta do everything they can to live, after all.
she tilts her head up at him. ]
You know, you might be the first guy I'd have sex with who actually has the experience to show for it.
[ ftr she'd already fucked her coworker here and it was awkward as hell. ugh. she shivers in beo's hold just thinking about it. ]
What the hell. Sure. [ and she's going to start them off by reaching her hand behind her, feeling beowulf's stomach and trailing down between his legs to wrap her fingers around his cock in the water, checking if he's already gotten hard from being in close proximity with a naked woman with freckles. ] I don't know if I want it gentle or hard yet, though. Let's just feel it out.
[ ohhhh he wants to howl about this so badly, but those fingers trailing down the solid core of his stomach catches his attention soon enough. Ishmael will find, in fact, that yes, he is about half hard. But who can blame him? Ishmael stripped in front of him first! Surely, they’ve just been lowkey flirting back and forth this whole time.
He practically purrs from being touched, though, wrapping his arms snugly around Ishmael, right at the rib cage. ]
I like it. Spontaneous. I can follow direction really well. Maybe you’re like that, or—
[ His hold on her loosens to prove a point, also getting right to it with the touching. Beowulf also wastes no time, stroking along her pussy from underneath the water. ]
—maybe you like someone more direct, huh? I’m flexible.
[ he saw that as flirting? they were just having a normal conversation, bro... well, as normal as they can get in a resort that encourages debauchery anyway. might as well get used to that kind of talk now or never if she's going to stay here for a while.
before she can dryly comment on how she'd never had someone whoop and holler over getting pussy from a ginger, however, her cunt twitches from the sudden contact of his hand, and she folds her knees up so that he can have better access to between her legs. she has yet to let go of his cock though, and matches his pace accordingly. ]
I mean... I can't really pretend that I know what I'm doing here, right?
[ an awkward laugh to help disguise the soft moan that threatens to slip out her tongue just now. ]
Just tell me if... If I'm doing well enough. [ she picks up the pace in stroking his cock, her freckled shoulders trembling slightly. ] It's the least I can do for you.
[ It’s true that while Beowulf is arrogant, he’s actually a good person— dense, but good. He gets such an enjoyment out of seeing other people pleased, like his fan base, that some of that behavior has definitely rolled over into his sex habits. If Ishmael is wanting an esteem boost, he’s a good choice for that.
Being provided with more flesh to touch, he also keeps momentum, massaging her cunt— exploring each crease with his fingers. He allows the touching for awhile before he starts to change the position. ]
Any reason why you doubt yourself?
[ He’s not sure what it’s like to have a low confidence; he’s always been full of himself. ]
Follow with me, now.
[ Beowulf lifts Ishmael, just slightly, and closes his thighs together. There’s some shifting around, but essentially he’s going to fuck her thighs, and she should see the tip of his cock peeking out from under her pussy. Both of his hands settle on her hips as he rocks, slushing bath water in the tub. He will get to fingering her in a moment. ]
[ it's not that she lacks self-esteem -- at least for the most part. she's clearly inexperienced in this department despite having done it once, so she's not about to keep up the pretense. not while they're in impossibly close proximity with each other like this.
but before ishmael can answer beowulf's answer, he shifts behind her, positioning her so that his cock is right between her thighs. she immediately closes her legs, but that only heightened the friction of his cock grazing her inner thighs, causing her to clamp her hand on the edge of the tub as water keeps splashing onto the floor with every rock of his hips.
this feels too good though, even when they're halfway submerged in water. still, she covers her mouth with her other hand to keep her moans from completely spilling forth, shifting her hips subconsciously so that he's rutting along her clit. just a little nudge and he can thrust inside in one go, but that means losing the delicious friction against her cunt, and that feels just as amazing, tbh. ]
[ While it’s pretty true that Beowulf is pretty dumb, he’s surprisingly intuitive to things like subtle movement or changes in his partner. He knows that shift in her hips is to stimulate her clit and he’s honestly very happy she’s being a little selfish here. Soon enough, their bathtub is about half full of what it was, and although water is still shifting from both of their rigorous movements, it’s not sloshing out of the tub anymore. Beowulf isn’t exactly shameful or quiet during all of this; it feels really good for him too and as much as he wants to penetrate her, it’s obvious she’s having a good time with this. Perhaps he can get her to orgasm by this alone at first. ]
That’s it, baby, take what you want—
[ His hands come around and cup one of her breasts to tease, the other wrapping her securely around her waist. He dips his head down to kiss along her neck. ]
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some sounds of retching later and he's back with the essentials, to which ishmael gratefully receives from him and wastes no time in swallowing the medicine down and chasing it off with some water. ahh, that's more like it. ]
Y-You do? That's... great. [ it's no not great. ] You mean this isn't your first time at a place like this before?
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Beowulf takes his seat on the edge of the bed and thinks for a moment. ]
Well, I will say.. waking up butt-naked in a robe was kind of weird. But back when I was in my prime [ oh fuck he's one of those retirees ] I was a pretty frequent guest at a casino back home. I've missed it, so it feels really good to be in the scene again.
[ even if he has no fucking clue what is going on here.. ]
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but huh, that's interesting. she'd thought that everyone here would've had to ease themselves into this resort's culture and environment over time, so she's quite surprised to hear that someone's already used to those shenanigans before coming here. ]
What's stopping you from pursuing it again, though? I mean, you're...
[ wild hand gestures at him ]
You don't... look bad? [ help her she's trying ]
1/2
[ He left the ring at the height of his career. He's got plenty of trophies, a championship belt, and a rather gruesome, severed arm belonging to giant monster that he defeated with his bare hands. There's a reason why, but for somebody with as much bravado as he has, Beowulf doesn't feel like it's a detail he can share with a near stranger. That's being vulnerable and showing a side of him that he isn't too proud about.
Though, for a moment, Ishmael will see she's struck some sort of weak spot. He's great at acting though and covering it up. ]
2/2
Of course I don't look bad! Hell, I'm 287 pounds of sex appeal, baby! Don't you worry your little self 'bout me. I'll make a come back! That's what I was doing before I was brought here, actually. I think all of this is just gonna give me a leg up with it all.
[ hurriedly standing up!! and.. going towards the bathroom again. ]
How's this. Lemme draw a bath for you. It would probably feel nice to have that all that pretty hair cleaned up, right?
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well, she can't say she hates how he bounces back from his moment of silence just now. that's good. especially when he makes that all-too enticing offer. ]
...Yeah. I'd appreciate that. Since you went up and drooled all over my hair and all. [ she smiles. ] Call me Ishmael.
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Whatever you say, Ish.
[ It's too early for him to be this formal, but he is. ]
I'm realizing that I have to introduce myself here, which I ain't used to. Back home, everyone knows me! I'm the mighty Beowulf, undefeated wrestling champion! AROO!
[ Thankfully, he does leave towards the bathroom area, starting to run the water, but continuing the conversation from there. ]
I spent alotta time in casinos as a guest, so it feels right at home for me! Nothing makes me happier than pleasing my fans! That being said-- [ he sticks his head out from the bathroom to look at Ishmael ] if I can please you in anyway, you let me know!
[ cause he is assuming Ishmael has become a fan of him already. ]
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nevertheless, she gets up from the bed and follows him to the bathroom, watching him draw up the bath as he continues to yap. no wonder he's that well-known in the world he's from if he's made this quite of an impact to a stranger like her already. ]
Uh... Yeah. I'll keep you in mind.
[ not enough to become a huge fan, however. she just met the guy, damn. but she's gonna need a leg up in fulfilling quotas if she were to continue staying here, and she may as well start now.
she sits at the corner of the tub, checking the temperature. yep, just right. ]
I'm going to confess something: I have had sex before. But it was only once and it was forgettable, so... [ shrugs. ] Just thought I'd get that out of the way first. Wouldn't want to disappoint you or anything.
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What'ya mean? I don't think someone like you could really disappoint me in any way. I loooove gingers.
[ A beat. ]
But hey, I was just drawing the bath for you. If you wanna have some fun, I'm always game for that. Doesn't matter if you're really experienced or not. If not, could I maybe at least wash your hair for you?
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always
the dog people gravitating towards her. it's like she's been carrying the catnip this entire time. or in this case, dognip?
the request takes her slightly aback, though. here she thought he was soliciting her for sex, but a little pampering doesn't sound all that bad. maybe he's just really into red hair. regardless, she nods, takes off the robe that reveals her freckled, scarred body, and sinks into the bathwater. ahh. ]
Man, I don't remember the last time I took a dip like this...
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You, uh.. you probably deserve it.
[ He's going to allow her to soak for a moment before reaching over for the shampoo bottle and squeezing an ample amount into his palms. He's.. going to probably need more than this, right? Like the whole hotel sized bottle? Maybe even more. ]
Are you a fighter?
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and yeah, her hair's going to need more than one bottle. there should be some reserves in the cabinets, it's fine. ]
Fixer. A mercernary, in other words. And before that, I used to be a sailor.
[ she gathers her hair up and hands them over to beowulf. take care, now. ]
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Her resume is impressive. To him. But he's a meathead who likes macho stuff, and if the scars didn't say enough already, hearing her talk about her jobs helps. ]
Whoa. That's hot.
[ on my knees, begging him to stop.. ]
You're a hero wearing scars like that! Thanks for your service.
[ he may be stupid-- but scars speak his language. His world is just now recovering from a world war itself, so heroism is all fresh on his mind. ]
It's gotta feel different here for ya!
[ meanwhile him... it feels so natural.. ]
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Mhm. Everything here is... pretty new to me. Like the sex part, like I just mentioned.
[ she huddles her knees close to her chest, her expression somber. ]
Can't help but feel a little lost, but. Don't we all?
[ except for this guy here, apparently. he fits like a glove. ]
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You'll get the hang of it. Hell, you got the hang of your mercenary work, right?
[ He doesn't need to get into the part of his life where things were pretty low, but maybe that's why his spirits are high because this is so much better than being all washed up, alone and retired. He suddenly stands up and shakes out his own hair before setting his hands on the hem of his shirt and peeling it off with ease. ]
Scoot over. I'm coming in.
[ oh... can they both even fit? ]
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she blinks at him stripping off his shirt, a slight flush blooming on her cheeks as she scoots forward a little so that he can sit down behind her. the tub is big enough for two, as if it serves another purpose that isn't just bathing, but she's just going to ignore than and revel how... comforting it is to have someone at very close proximity like this. so comfortable, that she can't help but lean back against him. ]
Mm. Keep doing that. [ the scalp massage felt really nice. it's always the little things in life for her. ]
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You know, Ish. I know we just met and all, and I'm sure you're capable of taking care of yourself, but if anyone gives you any trouble here, just let me know.
[ scrub scrub her scalp.. he's literally just a really nice guy who is full of himself and stupid, honest. ]
I'm not sure what to expect, but I'd like to look out for the people who have been nice to me here!
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I'm just showing you basic human courtesy, is all. I don't think you should be too trusting to people either. Especially when practically everyone here is obligated to jump each other's bones for cash.
[ the guy's sweet, but that's going to attract people who'd want to manipulate him. trust her, she would know. ]
But, um... Thanks for the offer. I think you're the nicer guy than me, though. If I'm being honest, I don't really know what to do with that kindness.
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You don't gotta do anything, baby! I like seeing other people pleased. It makes me happy. That's why I have a bunch of happy fans. I hope I can build up that reputation here.
[ lord knows he's not gonna stop wrestling when he was just getting back into the spotlight. Stay tuned for his fight club era. ]
But hey, if you wanna get used to sleeping around here, maybe you're right. Maybe you should start with me first. I can go easy!
[ A pause. ]
Or rough, I mean. If that's how you like things.
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but right now, it does look like he's being serious in taking good care of her, which kind of weirds ishmael out. not because the offer isn't entirely unwelcome, but usually this entails wanting something out of her in return, and she presumes that like everyone else here, he probably wants to sustain himself with the money he'd get from sex. that's normal, she supposes. they all gotta do everything they can to live, after all.
she tilts her head up at him. ]
You know, you might be the first guy I'd have sex with who actually has the experience to show for it.
[ ftr she'd already fucked her coworker here and it was awkward as hell. ugh. she shivers in beo's hold just thinking about it. ]
What the hell. Sure. [ and she's going to start them off by reaching her hand behind her, feeling beowulf's stomach and trailing down between his legs to wrap her fingers around his cock in the water, checking if he's already gotten hard from being in close proximity with a naked woman with freckles. ] I don't know if I want it gentle or hard yet, though. Let's just feel it out.
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[ ohhhh he wants to howl about this so badly, but those fingers trailing down the solid core of his stomach catches his attention soon enough. Ishmael will find, in fact, that yes, he is about half hard. But who can blame him? Ishmael stripped in front of him first! Surely, they’ve just been lowkey flirting back and forth this whole time.
He practically purrs from being touched, though, wrapping his arms snugly around Ishmael, right at the rib cage. ]
I like it. Spontaneous. I can follow direction really well. Maybe you’re like that, or—
[ His hold on her loosens to prove a point, also getting right to it with the touching. Beowulf also wastes no time, stroking along her pussy from underneath the water. ]
—maybe you like someone more direct, huh? I’m flexible.
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before she can dryly comment on how she'd never had someone whoop and holler over getting pussy from a ginger, however, her cunt twitches from the sudden contact of his hand, and she folds her knees up so that he can have better access to between her legs. she has yet to let go of his cock though, and matches his pace accordingly. ]
I mean... I can't really pretend that I know what I'm doing here, right?
[ an awkward laugh to help disguise the soft moan that threatens to slip out her tongue just now. ]
Just tell me if... If I'm doing well enough. [ she picks up the pace in stroking his cock, her freckled shoulders trembling slightly. ] It's the least I can do for you.
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Being provided with more flesh to touch, he also keeps momentum, massaging her cunt— exploring each crease with his fingers. He allows the touching for awhile before he starts to change the position. ]
Any reason why you doubt yourself?
[ He’s not sure what it’s like to have a low confidence; he’s always been full of himself. ]
Follow with me, now.
[ Beowulf lifts Ishmael, just slightly, and closes his thighs together. There’s some shifting around, but essentially he’s going to fuck her thighs, and she should see the tip of his cock peeking out from under her pussy. Both of his hands settle on her hips as he rocks, slushing bath water in the tub. He will get to fingering her in a moment. ]
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but before ishmael can answer beowulf's answer, he shifts behind her, positioning her so that his cock is right between her thighs. she immediately closes her legs, but that only heightened the friction of his cock grazing her inner thighs, causing her to clamp her hand on the edge of the tub as water keeps splashing onto the floor with every rock of his hips.
this feels too good though, even when they're halfway submerged in water. still, she covers her mouth with her other hand to keep her moans from completely spilling forth, shifting her hips subconsciously so that he's rutting along her clit. just a little nudge and he can thrust inside in one go, but that means losing the delicious friction against her cunt, and that feels just as amazing, tbh. ]
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That’s it, baby, take what you want—
[ His hands come around and cup one of her breasts to tease, the other wrapping her securely around her waist. He dips his head down to kiss along her neck. ]
What else do you like? My body is yours.
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