Here was a man not afraid of her, who not only looked upon her without fear but with kindness, she couldn't let him just pass her by. She broke the kiss and looked up at him, admiring the beauty of his strong, kind features and wondered, not for the first time, how he had ended up here at Ariela’s beck and call. As she searched his eyes he smiled softly, meeting her gaze, his hand reaching up to rest against the warm skin of her cheek. “Has anyone ever told you you’re beautiful?” He asked softly. She knew it was a cliche thing to say, but damn if she didn’t just melt into his embrace. She didn’t reply, she just kissed him again, more urgently, her hands moving to the ties of his armour and while she didn’t especially know what tie held what piece in place, she made up for her lack of armourer’s knowledge is a desperate urge to get to the man beneath the steel, she had never felt like this in her life, felt wanted. He kept finding her lips with his own as pieces of his tough exterior fell away and though he helped where he could, it still took a fair while to free him of his armour. When she was finished she took a step back, Atrin left now only in a pair of shorts, even his shirt laying amongst the pool of metal at his feet. "Oooh..." Was all she said. The man stood before here was a pinacle of perfection, though her opinion may have been biased. She hadn't been sure what to expect under the armour and it was only then that she considered the sheer weight of the armour she had removed from him. To bare such a weight so casually as he did, she shouldn't have been surprised by the broad muscled figure that now greeted her. He smirked a little, letting her take a moment to admire him, "Never seen a shirtless man before?" He asked, his voice so like and jovial it was hard to believe he had so recently squared off against Ariela. "Not one I was about to sleep with." She retorted, biting her lip as she stepped forward, placing a hand on his chest, tracing her fingers across the definition of his muscle. Atrin smiled and looked down at the Inquisitor, the beautiful woman just trying to survive in a world hard-wired to want her dead. He saw her loneliness, her singularity in existence, no one quite like her and maybe he saw a little bit of himself. "I don't know about you, but I'm not planning on doing much in the way of sleeping tonight." "Mm, promises General," she poked him in the chest, nudging him towards the bed, forcing him to sit down on the silks, making him look up at her, "at least I am still in charge." He grinned and reached up, placing his hands on her waist, "Oh, I wouldn't say that." She gasped in surprise as he pulled her towards him, twisting as she fell, rolling to straddle her now prone form, his face above hers, his grin wide and cheeky. She blushed as he smirked leaning up on one arm, his hand pressed to her cheek, his thumb, rough yet delicate, tracing across her dark skin as he looked down admiringly, hesitating only for a moment before he met her in a kiss, pressing his lips tight to hers. She arched her back against him, pressing her small breasts to his chest, and he moved a hand lower teen down her body, slow and testing, as if waiting for her to push him off, but she didn't, she raised her hand and took his in her own, guiding it faster to the swell of her breast, squeezing it through his hand, a moan escaping her lips as she felt him cup her. "Mm..." She whimpered softly and he broke the kiss, her breath notably quickened as he felt the softness under his hand. Emboldened by her keenness he reached down, starting to disrobe her, finding the ties and buttons that held her loose robes in check and parting them until, after wriggling her arms free, he felt the smooth skin of her body pressed against his, smooth and silky, her slim thigh pressing up against the growing bigtits bulge in his trousers. She shivered a little as he kissed at her neck, so unused to the sensation of having someone pleased to be with her that despite the suddenness of it all she blowjob found herself in a state of euphoria. "Atrin," she breathed softly and he grinned up at her before leaning down, kissing across her collarbone to the softness of her breast, her fingers reaching up to curl into the locks pussy of his hair, letting the grey flecks run MILF through her fingertips. He hesitated at her breast for a second before kissing lower, across the dark tightness of her stomach that tensed and relaxed at each brush of his lips. I squeezed back, acknowleding her submissive nature and appreciation of her pussy to step out of her comfort zone, on my behalf. I scrubbed and scrubbed. If he was gentle she'd have a slight smile playing over her face, if he gave her a hard thrust, she'd throw her head back and make a little crying sound. “You bastard.” I replied “Well, it’s full again, so empty it.” She replied, annoyed bigtits as well. So blindingly white. My head flung back, my teeth clicked, my mouth filled with the taste of iron. blowjob “Pardon? My orgasm hit me out of nowhere as I dry humped him, I twitched violently and moaned loudly. When she MILF finally got it out of his trousers the smell almost made her vomit. She was wet from teen her freeway finger-fucking and her cum tasted delicious as Cliff tongued away.