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We are pleased to announce that several films have begun production in the resort! All guests are encouraged to participate as actors and crew during this time. Two highly anticipated blockbusters are part of the filming block and will have an opening night premiere at the newly renovated Hatchbox Theater.
We would also like to extend a gentle warning to all actors. New tabloids and journalists have snuck into the Peacock alongside production, so please be cautious of aggressive reporters. We would hate to see our beloved guests embroiled in public scandal.
Please look forward to your debut on the silver screen and all of the new artistic content soon available for your viewing pleasure! 】
HONEYWAGONS
A STAR'S WELCOME
ACTOR RESUME
WELLA WARBLER
Height: 4 inches Weight: 5 oz Age: 3 years (24 in bird years!) Eye color: black Hair color: yellow
TYPECAST & SUITABLE ROLES
• animal sidekick • emotional guide • damsel in distress
KINKS & FETISHES
• berry licking • mating dances • hardcore bdsm
SPECIAL SKILLS
• singing • flying fast • speed sudoku
COSTUME DEPARTMENT
GET INTO CHARACTER
GRAB A GIG
FIND YOUR BIG BREAK
LORD OF THE WINGS
AN EPIC (AND SEXY) JOURNEY
【 Once upon a time, in a magical land far, far away...
The Lord of the Wings, a massive dragon with no equal, demanded a bride tribute from all of the kingdoms across the continent. Every month each province was required to send their most beautiful men and women to become the dragon's next bride(s). Ever greedy, the dragon was not satisfied with having one bride. Not with twelve brides, nor two hundred brides. The dragon always demanded more. The number of hot people around to bang dwindled. Things were looking grim.
Soon, a group of brave warriors gathered to travel the lands and slay this dragon. They enjoyed adventures of fucking their way through sirens, fucking their way though the faeries, and fucking their way through the mage school and beastmen tribes. They reached the dragon's crystal lair where the dragon, who took beautiful humanoid form, approached them.
The dragon promised that if any warrior could satisfy them sexually, they would return all of the brides to their homes. Each warrior took a turn trying to satisfy the dragon — but only with their efforts combined in one massive orgy was the dragon finally satisfied.
All of the brides were released and the warriors moved into the crystal lair to live a loving polyamorous relationship with the dragon. All was well. The end. 】
STAR WARBLERS
A THRILLING (AND SEXY) SPACE OPERA
【 Once upon a time, in a galaxy, far away...
The Palm Warblers and the Pine Warblers, two different legions of the massive Warbler fleet, began to battle. Whenever their ships would meet in space they would fight with the winner taking prisoners of war. After one such battle, a captured Captain of the Palm Warbler legion held in prison met a Lieutenant of the Pine Warbler tribe. After some rivalry, the two fell deeply in love.
They had a ton of kinky prison sex. However, the two were not satisfied with fucking between prison bars. They wanted to properly marry. But how could they with their two legions at war?
They each gathered friends and more sex was had between all. More matches between the Palms and the Pines happened, leading to even more kinky space sex. Bolstered by friendship and newfound fetishes, they gripped their laser guns and seized the science lab where some important keystone gemstone was being examined and researched by space scientists. This stone was very important for the future breeding of the Warbler race.
By holding the lab hostage, the ship's Commander put down their weapons and handed over the keys. The Palm Captain and the Pine Lieutenant held hands as they steered the ship off to find a new planet where they could live in peace together. The war between the two tribes ended because of good sex. All was well. The end. 】
SHORT FILMS
THE GOLDEN PEACOCK SUPPORTS THE ARTS
【 Ladies and Gentlemen!
Peacock Productions is pleased to announce the following short erotic films. Actors interested in participating in filming are welcome to arrive on set to shoot at any time. Various accommodations are available depending upon actor comfort.
FILMS • ALIENS PROBED ME!
• ARRANGED MARRIAGE WEDDING NIGHT
• BIG TIDDY NUN NEEDS PUNISHING
• BIRD IN THE BUSH
• EXORCIST KIDNAPPED BY DEMON LOVER
• FELINE ATTRACTION
• GUARD TOPS MASTER IN BED
• HORNY NERD CREAMPIE
• HOT FOR TEACHER
• INCUBUS SEDUCES SLUTTY PRIEST
FILMS • JEALOUS SPOUSE DISCIPLINES LOVER
• LONELY TENTACLES WANT LOVE
• MAGES GONE WILD
• PIZZA DELIVERY BOY IS HOT
• PLANTS HUNGER FOR SEX
• SAMURAI PLEDGES AND SERVES
• THEY WERE BOTH BOTTOMS
• TOP ON TOP ACTION
• VAMPIRE’S AROUSING BITE
• VIRGIN’S FIRST TIME
• WHOLESOME COUPLE MAKING LOVE
• WOLFMAN TAKES A MATE
… and many, many, many more! We look forward to working with you. 】
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[ Ferdinand has no concept of film editing, nor does he have much of an understanding why someone would want to watch two people they have no investment in have sex. He's always been a hopeless romantic like that, as even as he acknowledged that he might have to accept an arranged marriage one day — something that has, thankfully, not come to pass — he's always viewed physical intimacy and emotional intimacy as equal partners, not things that he can easily separate. Suffice it to say, a lot of this is probably going to end up on the cutting room floor, but to Ferdinand, it's perfect.
He watches with red cheeks, bated breath, and an astonished, reverent gaze as she brings his hand to her throat and then guides it downward. Every inch that his fingers brush against, he maps to his memory.
To think, he'd been utterly dreading this before he realized it was her. ]
I see.
[ Two words, but there's a quiet awe in his voice that speaks volumes. He lowers his gaze to her chest, admiring the heavy lifting her blouse is doing to keep her breasts contained. The outfit looks good on her, in a way that fuels the hunger he feels and makes him ache and swell for her.
His hand moves, curling over a full breast and cupping it in his palm. While his touch is initially light and curious, that quickly gives way to an eagerness tempered only by his desire to do things right, and he begins to knead with his palm. His eyes slowly drift back up to her beautiful eyes and meeting that sweet yet alluring glimmer — perhaps the most seductive asset she has, which is saying quite a bit. ]
All I have had to go on so far is my imagination... but I have done a lot of imagining.
[ The confession is accompanied by his other hand moving to grope the other breast, not wanting to leave any part of her neglected if he has anything to say about it. The presence of fabric in the way does stymie him a bit, but as he lowers himself down onto his knees before her — no need to make her stand up — he takes the opportunity to lean in and press his lips to a part of her that isn't still clothed. Several soft kisses are pressed to the corner of her jaw, followed by a lower, firmer one down the side of her throat. All the while, his breath is warm on her skin, the very core of his chest fluttering with nervous excitement. ]
[ and so, manuela cheats a little. after all, the intent had been to have him discover the parts she liked to be touched the most, but hadn't she given too much away by already leading his hand towards her breasts? not that it truly matters, when the end result is all the same anyway. she had noticed how his eyes strayed there, and so it would have really only been a matter of time before he thought to explore her chest anyway.
at least she doesn't bother being coy. from that first eager grope, he draws from her lips a soft gasp whose heat matches the warmth on her cheeks. his hands might not have had the experience to guide them, but neither are they burdened by clumsiness or uncertainty. there is an assuredness to his ministrations that she can recall from his time as a student back at the academy, echoing the way he would so confidently take up any weapon with the sheer audacity to not only succeed, but succeed immediately.
damn the costume department and their lack of foresight. while undoubtedly the slight peeks of that lacy bra beneath the deep and parted collar of her blouse adds to the titillation of the scene, but all it does for manuela is rob her of any proper sensation. she has half a mind to tell him to forego the foreplay entirely — and that in itself is perhaps a little worrying, how quickly she wishes for more — but if it really is true that he is that inexperienced... doesn't she have a duty to make sure this moment will be a memorable one for him? she ought to make this as worthwhile as it is informational.
but it is getting increasingly difficult to remember herself when he starts kissing at her neck like that. two for two? already? his success rate is a little dizzying; before long, he'll have found all her erogenous zones, and where would that leave manuela?
...in a wonderful place, undoubtedly, but that isn't the point. or is it? goddess she's beginning to lose herself, and they've barely even started.
he's on his knees, and so she had made room for him. uncrossed her legs so that they can part just enough he has space to maneuver closer however he'd like. this of course draws her absurdly tight skirt even higher up along her thighs, to the point they nearly only encircle her hips. she can feel the cool air of the set on her inner thighs, and higher still where she runs molten, making her nerves feel even more sensitive wherever his touch lands. but that damned shirt, that damned bra. ]
You're doing... quite well already.
[ that breathlessness? she doesn't have to affect it at all. ]
Mm. [ her own hands find his arms now, fingers trailing over the sleeve of his shirt where it strains against his biceps. ] But don't forget that learning is also about taking risks... Big, bold risks.
[ As much as Ferdinand would love to claim that he has some secret, natural knowledge of how to please a woman, all he really has to go on is a tasteful selection of purple prose, his own imagination and instincts, and Manuela's valued guidance. All the same, as someone who's always been somewhat motivated by praise and recognition, her compliment fills him with a genuine warmth, one that starts at his very core and radiates through his entire being.
And there's something rather attractive about the sound of her voice when it's just a bit breathless. She's always had a divine voice, of course, but hearing it tinged with the hints of pleasure makes him want to hear her cry out his name in the most fiery of passions imaginable.
Reading her body language correctly, if only because he's so damned eager, he settles between her parting legs, such that she could easily wrap them around his shoulders if she so desired. Being so close to those legs, smooth and perfectly shaped, is an aphrodisiac all its own. But the quick glimpse he allows himself reveals slightly more than he'd anticipated, as his gaze catches on the bottom of her skirt and just how high along her thighs it's riding. He doesn't have long to be distracted and absentmindedly groping her, however, as the simple touch of her hands is all it takes to bring him back to reality. ]
I think I understand.
[ He brushes his lips against her neck in parting from it, and his hands begin to move as he lowers himself onto his ankles. Eager fingers pluck at the top bottom of her shirt, pulling it open, then deftly find the next, then the one after that until the garment finally comes open. His gaze is almost immediately drawn to her chest and just how irresistible she looks, perfectly filling out that lacy bra. Every new glimpse of skin feels like a forbidden indulgence, and as his fingers roam the exposed skin beneath her breasts and along her sides, the contact feels even more so.
His inexperience shows momentarily as he fumbles blindly for the clasp of her bra, but it only takes a couple of seconds for him to figure it out. His eyes lift to meet hers briefly before glancing back down at the magnificent prize he's unwrapped, and as he lifts the cups of the bra up off of her breasts, he takes her words to heart.
Hungry would be a good word to describe Ferdinand as he closes his eyes, lunges forward, and seals his mouth over her newly exposed breast, capturing the skin around her areola and sucking firmly. The tip of his tongue traces a circle around her nipple, then reverses its direction. What he lacks in actual experience, he easily possesses in enthusiasm tenfold. ]
[ while her legs do not go quite as far as to wrap around those broad shoulders of his, they do not hesitate to cinch around them as he settles onto his knees. half to keep him there, half in an attempt to ease the tension heating up her cunt, and yet with nothing for her thighs to fully squeeze around there is still very little relief to be gotten. it all makes for a tangle of restlessness deep in her belly, one that manifests in the impatient shimmying of her shoulders to help him further undress her even as his fingers pluck almost reverently at her buttons.
when his mouth finally finds her breasts, her head falls back and her lips part on a low, humid moan. encouraging as much as he is hungry, back arching to press even more of her breast into that willing mouth. as green as he might be, even an idiot could very easily tell that manuela's nipples are a particularly sensitive part of her. ]
Yes, [ there again is that breathlessness he's finding so alluring. is it the sound that warms him more, or the knowledge that he is the one to bring her there? surely a tantalizing mix of both, otherwise it would be far too unfair that she is already aching for more. her arms are mildly restricted by the blouse still bunched just above her elbows, but she still draws them high enough that she can curl her fingers through his hair and pull. ]
Keep going, [ she urges, ] you'll be a star student in no time.
[ Strong legs close around his shoulders, legs that Ferdinand has been unable to draw his gaze away from at times in the past. Were he not able to so vividly feel her stiff bud in his mouth, beneath his roaming tongue as he sucks upon her, he would be convinced this is a dream, and a rather pleasant one at that.
The words of praise that come out of her lips stir both his heart and his cock, filling him as much with warmth as with an even more intense arousal. The tight cloth hugging his erection feels increasingly like a prison, like he needs to tear it away to feel some sort of relief. But that would take a free hand, and the more he hears her breath run so ragged and feels her writhing in response to his ministrations, the more convinced he becomes that both of his hands need to be entirely upon her.
Yes, he needs to pleasure her. He needs to do a more thorough job of pleasuring her than any man before him has, and if he doesn't? He's going to need lots of practice to get there.
He releases her with a wet pop of his mouth, his cheeks a faint red. One hand immediately seizes upon her other breast, its first few fingers and thumb closing over the nipple hadn't been sucking and pinching at it. ]
Only because I have you for a teacher.
[ There's a breathiness to his voice that betrays his desperate arousal. But he doesn't give her many words to glean that from, as the moment the last word has left his mouth, his mouth is back upon her breast and tugging, his tongue running in circles back and forth around her nipple.
As for the other hand, though, it ventures lower. In fact, he has to shift his shoulders somewhat to make room for it, as it roams down her side and to her hip before ultimately pushing up the bottom of her already quite short skirt. Without breaking his eye contact — despite just how much he would love to see — he slips his hand up beneath her skirt, and though the shape of her body is still new to him, his fingers quickly find their way to her cleft. Whatever underwear she's wearing, if any, is gently kneaded along with the skin beneath it as his index and middle fingers search out how she might like to be touched. That his fingers blindly land upon the sheath of her clit within just a few seconds is pure luck, but should she react strongly to it, he might just catch on that he's struck gold. ]
[ she quickly finds his mouth is skilled at more than just his perfectly practiced diplomacy. or is it that she is so starved for physical touch and attention that every move he makes lands an immediate perfect ten?
but it isn't just his touches that stoke at the growing flame in her. the sheer heat in the deep ambers of his eyes downright shocks her frozen each time, sending a pulse so strong within her that she can feel it in each longing throb of her core. with little else than a look from him, he's already got her cunt squeezing around a deep and desperate want of him, and perhaps that alone would be worrying her... if it weren't for the shock of what he does next. ]
Oh—
[ she hadn't been expecting that he would find her clit so suddenly, or that his fingers would already know just how to rub and tease at the spot to the point that both her body and her voice betrays her shock; had that sharp gasp not been proof enough for him, then surely the way her hips buck up at that hand in need should do it.
the underwear below matches the now-discarded lace bra of the top: a deep emerald lace interspersed with black sheer panels, meaning he would not have any difficulty at all in feeling how wet she has already become. flimsy and delicate, his thorough fingers wouldn't have to try very hard at all to tug the thin fabric away — and, indeed, were his ministrations vigorous enough, it would very easily pull away from just that alone.
suffice to say, there ought to be no doubt now how much manuela is enjoying herself. how his pleasuring is working, and working fast. the bloom of red across her cheeks is both from arousal and embarrassment, filled with a sudden shyness of finding her desires so thoroughly laid bare.
unable to help herself, and unwilling to be the only one so exposed, she acts. there will be a dull sound somewhere off to his side as manuela drops one of her heels and shifts her leg around just enough that the ball of her stockinged-feet lands squarely over the crux of his thighs. right over where she can recall the bulge of him had swelled, pressing down with purpose and intent, before she drags the sole of her foot up along the covered length of him, letting her heel dig in just a touch towards the end. ]
[ There are sayings about broken clocks being right twice a day, blind squirrels still finding a nut or two, and other such platitudes, but in Ferdinand's case, they appear to be correct. A minimum of fumbling, guided mostly by instinct and attentiveness to her reactions, has rewarded him with some utterly divine reactions. The way that Manuela moves in response, involuntary though it may be, is every bit as captivating and graceful to him as anything she's done on the stage. In fact, he finds himself craving that reaction, wanting it more than anything else in the world.
And as the pads of his fingers find the cloth of her panties wet with her slick, his eyes slowly widen in astonishment. Is she really this wet because of him? Because of what he's doing, because of how much she wants him? He can't think of anything more arousing than that, more flattering.
So distracted is he, in fact, that when she drags her heel along his trapped erection, it takes him genuinely by surprise, and he shudders. Amber-hued irises roll back, eyelids fluttering as a truly needy, desperate sound is muffled by the soft, supple skin of her breast. ]
Mmmnnff...
[ The ministrations of his mouth falter for a moment, and without him even realizing it, his hips begin to roll, pressing his erection against her foot out of desperation.
The ministrations of his hand, though, continue unabated. In fact, the fingers rubbing at her shift to tug aside the gusset of her underthings, and spurred onward by her instruction to take risks, he presses the tip of his middle finger to her entrance, making it slick with her arousal, then slips it in to the second knuckle. All the while, his thumb takes over for where his fingers had been before, brushing over the hood of her clit before rolling it beneath the pad of his thumb. ]
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He watches with red cheeks, bated breath, and an astonished, reverent gaze as she brings his hand to her throat and then guides it downward. Every inch that his fingers brush against, he maps to his memory.
To think, he'd been utterly dreading this before he realized it was her. ]
I see.
[ Two words, but there's a quiet awe in his voice that speaks volumes. He lowers his gaze to her chest, admiring the heavy lifting her blouse is doing to keep her breasts contained. The outfit looks good on her, in a way that fuels the hunger he feels and makes him ache and swell for her.
His hand moves, curling over a full breast and cupping it in his palm. While his touch is initially light and curious, that quickly gives way to an eagerness tempered only by his desire to do things right, and he begins to knead with his palm. His eyes slowly drift back up to her beautiful eyes and meeting that sweet yet alluring glimmer — perhaps the most seductive asset she has, which is saying quite a bit. ]
All I have had to go on so far is my imagination... but I have done a lot of imagining.
[ The confession is accompanied by his other hand moving to grope the other breast, not wanting to leave any part of her neglected if he has anything to say about it. The presence of fabric in the way does stymie him a bit, but as he lowers himself down onto his knees before her — no need to make her stand up — he takes the opportunity to lean in and press his lips to a part of her that isn't still clothed. Several soft kisses are pressed to the corner of her jaw, followed by a lower, firmer one down the side of her throat. All the while, his breath is warm on her skin, the very core of his chest fluttering with nervous excitement. ]
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at least she doesn't bother being coy. from that first eager grope, he draws from her lips a soft gasp whose heat matches the warmth on her cheeks. his hands might not have had the experience to guide them, but neither are they burdened by clumsiness or uncertainty. there is an assuredness to his ministrations that she can recall from his time as a student back at the academy, echoing the way he would so confidently take up any weapon with the sheer audacity to not only succeed, but succeed immediately.
damn the costume department and their lack of foresight. while undoubtedly the slight peeks of that lacy bra beneath the deep and parted collar of her blouse adds to the titillation of the scene, but all it does for manuela is rob her of any proper sensation. she has half a mind to tell him to forego the foreplay entirely — and that in itself is perhaps a little worrying, how quickly she wishes for more — but if it really is true that he is that inexperienced... doesn't she have a duty to make sure this moment will be a memorable one for him? she ought to make this as worthwhile as it is informational.
but it is getting increasingly difficult to remember herself when he starts kissing at her neck like that. two for two? already? his success rate is a little dizzying; before long, he'll have found all her erogenous zones, and where would that leave manuela?
...in a wonderful place, undoubtedly, but that isn't the point. or is it? goddess she's beginning to lose herself, and they've barely even started.
he's on his knees, and so she had made room for him. uncrossed her legs so that they can part just enough he has space to maneuver closer however he'd like. this of course draws her absurdly tight skirt even higher up along her thighs, to the point they nearly only encircle her hips. she can feel the cool air of the set on her inner thighs, and higher still where she runs molten, making her nerves feel even more sensitive wherever his touch lands. but that damned shirt, that damned bra. ]
You're doing... quite well already.
[ that breathlessness? she doesn't have to affect it at all. ]
Mm. [ her own hands find his arms now, fingers trailing over the sleeve of his shirt where it strains against his biceps. ] But don't forget that learning is also about taking risks... Big, bold risks.
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And there's something rather attractive about the sound of her voice when it's just a bit breathless. She's always had a divine voice, of course, but hearing it tinged with the hints of pleasure makes him want to hear her cry out his name in the most fiery of passions imaginable.
Reading her body language correctly, if only because he's so damned eager, he settles between her parting legs, such that she could easily wrap them around his shoulders if she so desired. Being so close to those legs, smooth and perfectly shaped, is an aphrodisiac all its own. But the quick glimpse he allows himself reveals slightly more than he'd anticipated, as his gaze catches on the bottom of her skirt and just how high along her thighs it's riding. He doesn't have long to be distracted and absentmindedly groping her, however, as the simple touch of her hands is all it takes to bring him back to reality. ]
I think I understand.
[ He brushes his lips against her neck in parting from it, and his hands begin to move as he lowers himself onto his ankles. Eager fingers pluck at the top bottom of her shirt, pulling it open, then deftly find the next, then the one after that until the garment finally comes open. His gaze is almost immediately drawn to her chest and just how irresistible she looks, perfectly filling out that lacy bra. Every new glimpse of skin feels like a forbidden indulgence, and as his fingers roam the exposed skin beneath her breasts and along her sides, the contact feels even more so.
His inexperience shows momentarily as he fumbles blindly for the clasp of her bra, but it only takes a couple of seconds for him to figure it out. His eyes lift to meet hers briefly before glancing back down at the magnificent prize he's unwrapped, and as he lifts the cups of the bra up off of her breasts, he takes her words to heart.
Hungry would be a good word to describe Ferdinand as he closes his eyes, lunges forward, and seals his mouth over her newly exposed breast, capturing the skin around her areola and sucking firmly. The tip of his tongue traces a circle around her nipple, then reverses its direction. What he lacks in actual experience, he easily possesses in enthusiasm tenfold. ]
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when his mouth finally finds her breasts, her head falls back and her lips part on a low, humid moan. encouraging as much as he is hungry, back arching to press even more of her breast into that willing mouth. as green as he might be, even an idiot could very easily tell that manuela's nipples are a particularly sensitive part of her. ]
Yes, [ there again is that breathlessness he's finding so alluring. is it the sound that warms him more, or the knowledge that he is the one to bring her there? surely a tantalizing mix of both, otherwise it would be far too unfair that she is already aching for more. her arms are mildly restricted by the blouse still bunched just above her elbows, but she still draws them high enough that she can curl her fingers through his hair and pull. ]
Keep going, [ she urges, ] you'll be a star student in no time.
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The words of praise that come out of her lips stir both his heart and his cock, filling him as much with warmth as with an even more intense arousal. The tight cloth hugging his erection feels increasingly like a prison, like he needs to tear it away to feel some sort of relief. But that would take a free hand, and the more he hears her breath run so ragged and feels her writhing in response to his ministrations, the more convinced he becomes that both of his hands need to be entirely upon her.
Yes, he needs to pleasure her. He needs to do a more thorough job of pleasuring her than any man before him has, and if he doesn't? He's going to need lots of practice to get there.
He releases her with a wet pop of his mouth, his cheeks a faint red. One hand immediately seizes upon her other breast, its first few fingers and thumb closing over the nipple hadn't been sucking and pinching at it. ]
Only because I have you for a teacher.
[ There's a breathiness to his voice that betrays his desperate arousal. But he doesn't give her many words to glean that from, as the moment the last word has left his mouth, his mouth is back upon her breast and tugging, his tongue running in circles back and forth around her nipple.
As for the other hand, though, it ventures lower. In fact, he has to shift his shoulders somewhat to make room for it, as it roams down her side and to her hip before ultimately pushing up the bottom of her already quite short skirt. Without breaking his eye contact — despite just how much he would love to see — he slips his hand up beneath her skirt, and though the shape of her body is still new to him, his fingers quickly find their way to her cleft. Whatever underwear she's wearing, if any, is gently kneaded along with the skin beneath it as his index and middle fingers search out how she might like to be touched. That his fingers blindly land upon the sheath of her clit within just a few seconds is pure luck, but should she react strongly to it, he might just catch on that he's struck gold. ]
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but it isn't just his touches that stoke at the growing flame in her. the sheer heat in the deep ambers of his eyes downright shocks her frozen each time, sending a pulse so strong within her that she can feel it in each longing throb of her core. with little else than a look from him, he's already got her cunt squeezing around a deep and desperate want of him, and perhaps that alone would be worrying her... if it weren't for the shock of what he does next. ]
Oh—
[ she hadn't been expecting that he would find her clit so suddenly, or that his fingers would already know just how to rub and tease at the spot to the point that both her body and her voice betrays her shock; had that sharp gasp not been proof enough for him, then surely the way her hips buck up at that hand in need should do it.
the underwear below matches the now-discarded lace bra of the top: a deep emerald lace interspersed with black sheer panels, meaning he would not have any difficulty at all in feeling how wet she has already become. flimsy and delicate, his thorough fingers wouldn't have to try very hard at all to tug the thin fabric away — and, indeed, were his ministrations vigorous enough, it would very easily pull away from just that alone.
suffice to say, there ought to be no doubt now how much manuela is enjoying herself. how his pleasuring is working, and working fast. the bloom of red across her cheeks is both from arousal and embarrassment, filled with a sudden shyness of finding her desires so thoroughly laid bare.
unable to help herself, and unwilling to be the only one so exposed, she acts. there will be a dull sound somewhere off to his side as manuela drops one of her heels and shifts her leg around just enough that the ball of her stockinged-feet lands squarely over the crux of his thighs. right over where she can recall the bulge of him had swelled, pressing down with purpose and intent, before she drags the sole of her foot up along the covered length of him, letting her heel dig in just a touch towards the end. ]
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And as the pads of his fingers find the cloth of her panties wet with her slick, his eyes slowly widen in astonishment. Is she really this wet because of him? Because of what he's doing, because of how much she wants him? He can't think of anything more arousing than that, more flattering.
So distracted is he, in fact, that when she drags her heel along his trapped erection, it takes him genuinely by surprise, and he shudders. Amber-hued irises roll back, eyelids fluttering as a truly needy, desperate sound is muffled by the soft, supple skin of her breast. ]
Mmmnnff...
[ The ministrations of his mouth falter for a moment, and without him even realizing it, his hips begin to roll, pressing his erection against her foot out of desperation.
The ministrations of his hand, though, continue unabated. In fact, the fingers rubbing at her shift to tug aside the gusset of her underthings, and spurred onward by her instruction to take risks, he presses the tip of his middle finger to her entrance, making it slick with her arousal, then slips it in to the second knuckle. All the while, his thumb takes over for where his fingers had been before, brushing over the hood of her clit before rolling it beneath the pad of his thumb. ]