Hey, Hyacinthe had spotted the most important feature in his brief scan of the room: her bed. He maneuvered them over to it, sitting down and drawing her down into his lap so they could continue to kiss at their leisure. He encouraged her hands to explore him as well, while his tongue claimed her mouth over and over again.
He would gladly look at her room in a moment and get to know the girl beneath the facade, but Xanthippe was lovely and he remembered their night together with real fondness. He truly could not be blamed for wishing to rekindle some of that, could he?
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He would gladly look at her room in a moment and get to know the girl beneath the facade, but Xanthippe was lovely and he remembered their night together with real fondness. He truly could not be blamed for wishing to rekindle some of that, could he?