Comfort the hot little redhead

Giselle moved against you and curled up against your masculine, albeit animated, chest. Her little hands turned into fists and her knuckles kneaded the strong flesh under them like a kitten scrunching its little paws. You found that your hands automatically went to her back, caressing her skin as they slowly rubbed up and down, practically feeling like they were ignoring the gown beneath. Her body was taut as a varsity cheerleader's and she was built like no woman you'd ever seen. Her tiny waist flared out to a curvaceous ass which felt amazing under your stroking hands. She let out a soft moan and pressed herself against you as her head leaned in tighter against your shoulder and chest. She smelled of sugar and spice and everything that little girls should be made of, the combination of smells and touch bringing iron back to your semi-hard cock. That only made her moan more and she ground her hips against your burgeoning cock.

"I'm sorry for your loss," you find yourself saying, breaking the silence. Both of your hands move down to her tight little ass, each one cupping a cheek. She flexed the muscles under your fingers and you pull her closer. "It must be terribly hard for you," you say, trying not to smile at the double entente.

"It certainly seems so," she said and ground her hips against yours even tighter. Her head separated from your shoulder and her eyes looked up into yours. The eyes themselves had no more tears in them, but a single drop had rolled down each cheek, the wet and salty trail glistened in the dim light of the quaint cottage. "Some times its so hard that I just....can't...bare...it," she said while enunciating each of the last four words by gliding her hips from side to side over your cock. Your mouth goes dry and your tongue wets your lips as she moves.

"You know what I miss most about the real world?" she said, pushing off your chest. You let her move, but do not move your hands. Instead, you allow your fingers to play, and you can feel them separating her twin globes of ass meat, teasing her pantiless ass and sliding down even lower to where they meet her delicious thighs.

"What is that, Giselle?" you ask quietly.

"Why, all the sex, of course," she replied. As she stared into your eyes the meek redhead turned into a lust crazed woman. "There's no sex in this world, there's just happily ever after and true love's kiss, and that's that," she continued, her hands starting to stroke up and down your strong waist and curving up around your back and broad shoulders. "I've only been back 3 months, but it feels like an eternity without my Robert," she said mournfully. Her hands slid back down your back to your waist and they move to the space between you, finding your belt buckle. "It feels even longer since I've had one of these," she said and with a deft move your belt was unbuckled, your fly was undone and your cock was out. Apparently it is customary for cartoons to not wear underwear as you are completely without them as well. Her small hands found it impossible to encompass the girth of your rod as they stroke up and down its length, spreading your already growing pre-cum.

"Oooh, I think you'll like it here," she said, grinding her crotch against you, trapping her hands on your dick for a moment. She looked down and saw that her two hands barely covered half of your length.

"I think I'll like being here, too," you say and pick her up by her ass. You spin her in the air which makes her release a quick "Ooh!" and set her on her sturdy oak table. "Since it's been so long for you, m'lady, where do you want to start?"