Just watch

Calvo lay very still as the sleek, naked guardswoman's hands kneaded her own breasts, her toned and sculpted muscles distinct as her back arched. She was clearly lost in the throes of her fantasy, her eyes tight shut as one of her hands slid down the washboard tautness of her belly and between the taut curves of her spread thighs. Calvo's erection was a painful ache as her fingertips traced down along the bleached white hair of her 'landing strip' and on to the tempting bulge of her mons.

Stripe gave a low, strangled gasp a she slids first one, and then another finger inside her waiting tight hotness. In the glowglobe's ghostly, pale light, Calvo could see the glistening of her moisture on her fingers and around her slick pussy lips. Her fingers were slipping in and out, the pace increasing rapidly, her other hand gripping her breasts with an almost savage ferocity, her face twisted as her hips jerked upward from the stony cave floor, driving her cunt against her pistoning fingers.

She came with a shuddering moan, a gasp of his name...'Calvo'...as the wave of orgasm hit her. It had been hard and fast...perhaps Stripe had immagined him **** her, quickly and without ceremony. His cock aching, his body tense with frustrated sexual energy, Calvo wished he had not remained hidden. He would have shown the guard how a man could really fuck a woman. Too late for the moment. He paused only a moment longer to watch the gasping rise and fall of her spectacular tits, before backing away down the narrow, dark passage that had brought him to here.