Retirement in Toussaint

Eve woke with a gasp, as the first rays of the sun began to beat warmly down upon Toussaint. Last night had been fun, she had spent the entire evening drinking, both a mixture of Corvo Bianco's output and the other fine vintages the duchy had to offer, before retiring to bed with her lover.

Glancing beside her, the Witcheress had only a scant few seconds to wonder where they had gone before they made their presence known. Having slipped under the covers, Eve's paramour had grabbed her toned thighs and had begun licking and kissing her nude twat.

Surprised and still half asleep, a drowsy Eve merely groaned in thanks, grinding her crotch against her partner's face.

A few moments passed, Eve being pleasured and letting her lover know it. Of course, that wasn't enough for the Witcheress. Throwing off the bedsheet, Eve looked down at her lover, placing her hands on the back of their head.