Ivar x Winnie | Lessons
She was definitely in her own league, but she was never too worried about that, everyone had their tastes. There were men that liked them young and some of them liked them with a hint of maturity. The only thing that she could say for this man right now was that at least he had good tastes. “Thank you, Sir,” she didn’t want to answer this, but she had to, “I’ve had several, Sir. All adults now.” They were young still though, her eldest son was probably around Ivar’s age now that she thought about it. Maybe this was her way of distracting herself as he touched her.
“They are lucky to have such a beautiful momma.” Ivar murmured as he settled a hand between her thighs. He stroked the soft curve of her sex, savouring the very heat of her through the thin fabric of her underwear. Reaching out his free hand he picked up the knife again. He traced the dull edge along her abdomen before hooking it under the edge of her bra. A simple flick of the wrist and the sharp edge turned and sliced through the fabric.








