Let her stroke you underneath the table

You whisper in her ear. "You're gonna jerk me off with your worthless wolf fingers. Right here. Right now."

Her face had a nervous expression as her left hand slid down to your trousers. Her clumsy awkward hand untying knot holding up your trousers. The task a bit harder as Sansa try to look forward and hold a dignified stance.

Her fingers touching your large member for the first. Your cock hanging freely against Sansa hand.

"Come lover. Stroke my monster."