Once more, his overwhelming charm completely captivated her, raising another little gasp in her throat. Ohhhh… for certain, she was going to enjoy this… He lowered his head slowly, completely engulfing her soft, wet mouth with his own lips, his tongue sliding between her lips and against her teeth, sending an ungovernable tremor rippling over her. He held her almost crushingly, his large hands hot and moving as they pressed into the spheres of her buttocks, forcing her pelvis tighter to him, his height placing the still unhardened bulge of his penis snug against the softness of her belly.

An unexplainable, little sense of injured pride at his lack of immediate penial response to the physical contact of her body caused Madeleine to begin a barely perceptible undulation of her belly and pelvis as she opened her mouth to the exploration of his tongue… and then he was slowly drawing her down onto the davenport, one massive hand moving to cup her full, round breast, squeezing and kneading it gently.

"Ohhh… ohhh," she moaned purposely, but not wholly with pretense. "Y-You're not a lover who believes in wasting time, cheri." She squirmed suggestively beneath his hands.

"There's hardly time to be wasted in this life, ma cherie," he half whispered, his hands investigating her soft, curvaceous body as he leaned above her and played with her face with his tongue.

A barely audible whimpering sound escaped her, and suddenly she was alive with sensation. His hands, his tongue, his whole body and actions were setting her aflame with lewd, lascivious desire. God, she couldn't remember ever feeling more wanton… or a more urgent need for sexual fulfillment…

"Do you like to fuck?" he asked her, his face scant inches above her own, and his sincere, sensual use of the lewd word causing immediate prurient sensations to come alive and ripple through her excitedly.