[ Rhaenyra makes a small sound when he plucks her from the ground like a flower, like a child, and much like she'd done once with Ser Criston, her skinny legs fold around him to hold herself aloft. Strong from riding, determined to ignore his words and prove what a match they are, Rhaenyra clings to him and winds her fingers in his hair. Much longer than she remembers it being at her wedding...
He's close enough to nudge at her cunt and Rhaenyra arches her back, biting her lip when his rough explorations tease at her nipples, palm one of her breasts in his big hand completely. She lets her hips slide a little lower on him, lets his cock drag against the wet welcome of her lips and Rhaenyra lets out a sigh, tries to pull him in for a kiss as her cunt twitches at the teasing.
She's felt him this close before though, nestled between her thighs, and still lost him. She lets out an unsteady gasp at the thought, uncertainty showing for a moment on her face. She's out of barbs to help herself feel more in control, finally just afraid of him seeing her for what she is: too young and inexperienced. ]
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He's close enough to nudge at her cunt and Rhaenyra arches her back, biting her lip when his rough explorations tease at her nipples, palm one of her breasts in his big hand completely. She lets her hips slide a little lower on him, lets his cock drag against the wet welcome of her lips and Rhaenyra lets out a sigh, tries to pull him in for a kiss as her cunt twitches at the teasing.
She's felt him this close before though, nestled between her thighs, and still lost him. She lets out an unsteady gasp at the thought, uncertainty showing for a moment on her face. She's out of barbs to help herself feel more in control, finally just afraid of him seeing her for what she is: too young and inexperienced. ]