Bethany's Delight

With a blush, Bethany asks, "Is your skill with words, the only thing you're skilled at with your mouth?" She watches Ander with a nervous smile, waiting for him to make another move.

With a little grin, Ander slips off the bed in front of Bethany, and pulls the young priestess to the edge of the bed. He pushes back the edges of her robes again, before he starts kissing his way up her legs. He starts at her knees, alternating from one to the other, as he forces her legs to spread and allow him passage.

Bethany's breathing gets a little quicker as Ander forces himself in closer. Her hands move to his arms, and then to his head, as he slips ever closer to her waiting pussy. "Ander..." she whispers softly, and then gasps, as his kisses finally bring him to her more sensitive spots.

Ander focuses first on Bethany's clit, planting a few soft little kisses, before he tickles her pussy with his tongue. Her hands start to wring through his hair as he electrifies her body. With a push of his hands, Ander forces the curvy blonde priestess to lay back on the bed, and he spreads her legs wide, going to work on her clit with his tongue.

Bethany lets out several moans, as Ander starts working her body over, but those noises are punctuated by the startled gasp as his fingers find their way to the entrance of her pussy. As he starts to slide a finger in, her legs instinctively lock down around him, and she grips him for dear life.

Its not long after Ander starts pumping her with his fingers, that Bethany's quickened breathing reaches a crescendo, and she lets out a loud moan, "Oh, yes Ander!" The quiver of her orgasm runs through her body, and her legs tighten down on Ander once more.