"Men," Arya grumbles, kneeling between her victim's legs. "Can't do anything by themselves." Reaching out with her gloved hand, she gripped the throbbing member. The warm leather felt incredible, and Arya knew he was putty in her hands.
"Don't take too long," Arya warned before she started to stroke him. Her grip was firm and her motions fast, and Bronn new finishing quickly wouldn't be a problem. Arya's cute face, with her beautiful eyes, staring at him from behind his cock was too much for him. With one last groan, he closed his eyes and shot his load. Arya angled his cock so none of the sticky fluid got on her, instead covering his leather armor.
"There, happy now?" Arya asked, standing up. Some of his cum had gotten on her glove, and not wanting it to stain she licked it off.
"Goddamn," Bronn said, still in shock. "You can't pay for sex like that."
"Hey!" Arya snapped, getting his attention. "Melisandre mention what she wants me to do next?"
"She said something about meeting in her solar or something," Bronn replied, standing up. Looking down, he noticed just how much semen was on his chest. "Fuck, I just got this armor."
Turning her back on the horny sellsword, Arya made her way to her next task.
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