harritudur:harritudur:(…) he was as wet as she, their hair and clothes dripping onto the floor. It h
harritudur:harritudur:(…) he was as wet as she, their hair and clothes dripping onto the floor. It hardly broached her notice. With his fabric clinging to his skin, she could feel the muscles that she had glimpsed the night before. The hardness of his body and the tone from youth and exercise. Her fingers, emboldened by his assurance moved lower, brushing along his torso to feel his abs. She gave a small gasp, both of delight and surprise. Was this what the women had whispered of? Jane Shore and her friends? Was this what they felt when they entered her father’s bed? How strange in all her years, she had never known what it was to touch a man, to be kissed and desired, and to feel an unyielding hunger that could not be satisfied.so i was bored and i decided to illustrate this completely cute and adorable and unhistorical accurate (and sexy as hell) rp thread for their ‘first time’. ENJOY! 8Dfull version -- source link
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