Undress and climb on the bed

Scars' fumbling with his trousers becomes increasingly comical and clumsy as you begin to strip out of your clothing. Your breasts bounce free from your leather corset and he grins like an idiot.

"Finish take your pants off, you buffoon," you scold him, covering your tits with your left arm.

You shed the skirt and he watches again as the thin fabric slips down your milky white thighs and pools around your ankles.

You turn your back and use both hands to pull your panties down over the toned peach of your ass. He whistles his appreciation and you give a cheek a good smack for his enjoyment. You stand and kick the panties away, turning to find him only naked from the waist down.

You step close and help him out of his leather armor and coarse shirt beneath. His body is as scarred as his face, muscular and also marked by vivid tattoos of beasts he has defeated. His prick presses against your thighs as you hug him and you fall together on the bed, lifted easily in his arms and kissed on breasts and neck. You find yourself aching for more of his touch.

"Make love to me," you whisper as he rolls onto his side and faces you.

"That was the plan," he replies and silences any answer with a passionate kiss.