Tease the man from atop her chair

Liz's disappointment at the lack of her pistol's lethality came out as a mere whimsical sigh that preluded a beckoning smirk. Wearing an alluring smile that was all the more pleasant as she knew its invitation could not be answered, Liz rose from her seat and spun round. Her arse flicked just so, to cause a tremor throughout it's curtain and thereby grant glimpses of the pirate's comely cheeks. Liz made little secret that the front of her skirt rose up as well, higher and for more than a glimpse. Beyond his view (yet in his imagination) she pressed her wet folds upon the side of the surf-thrusting shaft, and carnally let her soft lips and bean of bounty graze along the rod's length once again.

Next she cast her vision aft her shoulder. The pirate stared at her lonely audience forcing him to enjoy the lust of anticipation melting her eyes before they absently closed and he was left with only the slow unfastening of her moaning lips to describe her pleasure. When she opened her green pools again, his left hand had entered a trouser pocket whereupon it now preformed vigorous sausage searching.

Chuckling to herself, Liz placed her attention upon her own rod. Her climbed it's submit, her clit, de-hooded, now sought out the wood's caress and sang thankfully when she held it upon the rhythmating tip, the jewellery added down their adding quite the ring. Matching the rising and fall with her own hips, Liz felt their slight asynchronousity summing too a pleasurable rub. However as hungry as her knocker-ette was, the feast of the rod belonged to her lips alone. A roll of the hips later, and her pink finery was suckled easily to the round top of the shaft. Yet Liz held the reins of her body only letting the possibility of penetration be teased, biding until her chippie was retracted into the seat as much as it would. Then, just as the phallus chose to ascend, Liz slammed down, sheathing it's length to the hilt.

Pleasure, well known but never truely remembered, blossomed within her and erupted from her mouth in a siren call. This carnal delight subsided to pants akin to laughter, Liz's remark of surprise at her own ebullience. Liz continued her deep conversing with the rod bounding gently atop it in synchronicity to the lapping waves so that her dip was simultaneous to its thrust. Her shoulders rolled to this rhythm as well, and her hands sensually roamed her sweat tropic-ed body as drunken dancers lost in the beat. Rising up with the Venesian sumit, her hands reached her sun-streaked hair, tussling and tugging the strands. Upward the pirate stared through closed eyes for a moment.

The presence, however, of her observer was not forgotten, nor was her desire to torment his libido with glimpses of her own pleasuring. To make shure her denied audience was still present Liz leaned back farther, arching her back and tilting her head until the inverted view of the room behind her became available. A smile of satisfaction curled her lips as she saw him indeed his hand now out of his pocket and down his trousers, but still very vigorous. Staring into this strangers eyes, Liz set about molesting her teats through the pittance of a top. As the coins rang against each other and caressed her soft breast and hard nipple, Liz bit her lip against the moan the churned within her.

Alas the mechanical touch of coins upon her teats, interesting though it was, could not compare to finger against flesh. Therefore the carnal consuming pirate straightened up again, incidentally dooming her audience of one to the sight of her back as she unhooked her top. Tethering severed her young bust sagged only a tad into the garment of doubloons which itself hung with only a token of its former support. Liz discarded the tussle of coins, letting them noisily heap on the ground and set about paying affection to her freshly bared bosom. Enflame though she was, the wanton woman started gently, tenderly pressing fingers into her sumptuous flesh.

Spurred by desire, her kneading hand increased it's vigor, yet still the pirate held her own reins. Before the heavenly ascents and debaucherous plunges between her legs reached their climactic conclusion, Liz wanted to experience her pistol's ability to provide joy to a measure of significance. She held the trigger flexed, and as expected, the gun rumbled reliably with magical possibilities. Quick as a shot she set about pressing upon her supple dairy the virtues of this new tool of seduction.

Now then, Liz thought herself experienced, and in fact, many scholars on such subjects have put her in at least the 95th percentile of sexual liberation for her time, yet she had never felt the like of the sensation now gracing her teat. A gasp of surprise erupted from her bosom, quickly becoming a squeal of delight. Eager to share this newfound canary, the previously coy woman twisted, looking to her observer. With the naked breast visible in profile akin to a rising sun, the self-pleasuring man was treated to quite a display. Liz's gawking gaze darted between her breast and the man staring, still not quite believing this new pleasure she felt. When the trembling touch reached her nipple, she giggled in surprise, grinning mouth agape with glee.

But this simple joy was merely a prelude to the blossom about to bloom within. One hand cupping her bodice filler and the other grinding the handle into her nipple, the merry pirate closed her eyes to better feel the buzzing upon her suckle and the thrusting throughout her loins. Desire thundered in her ears like canons blasting beside her spewing forth flames to rival tropical birds with feathers of orchids allowing them to soar up and up into Eos's white wool reminiscent of sealess foam, and from this staggering height tangled by an impossible metaphor Liz mind flailed with the power of a spinning meteorite. She crashed to earth panting and giddy. An orgasm she hadn't seen the like of in quite some time trickled through her body and upon her thighs. The well pleased pirate sat a moment enjoying the lingering caress of her delight while the rod beneath, indeed a dutiful lover, continued to thrust.

When her contentment had dwindled she rose refreshed and took stock of herself. Her onlooker had left, no doubt self-satisfied as well, and the rest of her quarters held little current interest. Thusly, after cleaning her wetted shaft, she set off.