hen commended the idol's choice of yoga pants. so much every instance of her bending over was a danger zone - until the saytr wasn't allowing another moment longer. fingers went up between lovely thighs, finding the area of interest to grant his slow caress. rubbing circles, damping the thin fabric until hooked fingers removed the shielding, granting her halfman lover direct access. squeezing nora's ass once before kissing up her legs, tongue reaching delicious slit to feast upon her ambrosia.
Nora’s choice of clothing was very much on purpose. She loved the idea of being stared at desirably, for she knew her beauty, she knew that she was an object of desire, a woman to be wooed, and she most especially enjoyed being the sight that the satyr had set upon. Her movements as she stretched were all too deliberate, in the swaying and rolling of her hips, the flexing to squeeze her plush, round rear.
It didn’t take long for Henrien to come over and press his hands upon her, and she almost shivered under his touch. Nora bit her lip and inhaled when he began to rub at her wetness through her tights, and she conveniently was not wearing panties. The idol smiled when he finally pulled the leggings down and grinned even wider as he began to lay his kisses upon her.
“Mm,” she audibly moaned once he pressed his lips against her slit, his tongue running against her entrance and its folds. She leaned back just a tad to press against him even more and gave her butt a little wiggle. “I knew you couldn’t stay away, Hen.”