[Have fun, Corbin, cause there is nothing under those skirts but naked Keyleth. She does not believe in underwear, it's oppressive. She wriggles a bit, mostly to get comfortably seated but if she ends up pressing her weight pleasantly against a dick, well, that's a nice bonus.]
Mmm, pretty comfy. Could be better.
[And then, not wanting him to think she was taking a dig at his lap, she leaned back and skimmed her top off over her head.
(Keyleth does not believe in bras, either. They are even more oppressive.)
Casually as you please, she drops the material on the grassy ground next to them, skims her hair over her shoulders and sighs contentedly.]
[And just like that, he has a naked Keyleth in his lap. That lap just got a whole lot less comfy, but since that seems to be the goal here, Corbin is sure she won't mind.]
[Corbin tries to be smooth, tries to have something to say when he needs to. He likes to think he's funny and at least a bit witty. But words fail him when he's suddenly faced with the redhead, naked in his lap with the afternoon sun filtering through the leaves, making her skin glow and setting her hair on fire. He swallows, tries to say something, and fails. So he tries again, licking his lips before he manages to get something coherent out.]
Yes ma'am that's... [Another swallow, his eyes sliding up and then back down] that's a whole lot better.
[He slides his hands up from her ass, her sides and then up to cup her breasts, thumbs sliding over the nipples, testing out how sensitive they might be before he takes them between thumb and forefinger, rolling them gently, increasing the pressure if that's what she seems to like.]
God damn, you're gorgeous...
[His hips are moving too, but not so much, he can't help it, even if he's fully clothed, and the sensation is dulled with the layer of fabric between them, but he can still feel the heat of her, and it still feels good, even if it's just a tease. So he rocks his hips and grinds against her, he wants to be inside of her badly, but he can wait. He's patient. Or at least, he's trying his best to be]
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Mmm, pretty comfy. Could be better.
[And then, not wanting him to think she was taking a dig at his lap, she leaned back and skimmed her top off over her head.
(Keyleth does not believe in bras, either. They are even more oppressive.)
Casually as you please, she drops the material on the grassy ground next to them, skims her hair over her shoulders and sighs contentedly.]
See, that's much better.
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[Corbin tries to be smooth, tries to have something to say when he needs to. He likes to think he's funny and at least a bit witty. But words fail him when he's suddenly faced with the redhead, naked in his lap with the afternoon sun filtering through the leaves, making her skin glow and setting her hair on fire. He swallows, tries to say something, and fails. So he tries again, licking his lips before he manages to get something coherent out.]
Yes ma'am that's... [Another swallow, his eyes sliding up and then back down] that's a whole lot better.
[He slides his hands up from her ass, her sides and then up to cup her breasts, thumbs sliding over the nipples, testing out how sensitive they might be before he takes them between thumb and forefinger, rolling them gently, increasing the pressure if that's what she seems to like.]
God damn, you're gorgeous...
[His hips are moving too, but not so much, he can't help it, even if he's fully clothed, and the sensation is dulled with the layer of fabric between them, but he can still feel the heat of her, and it still feels good, even if it's just a tease. So he rocks his hips and grinds against her, he wants to be inside of her badly, but he can wait. He's patient. Or at least, he's trying his best to be]