Bite your lip and nod

You hear a quiet laugh in his throat, his voice is lower, deeper, far more commanding than the polite coachman who greeted you at the airport.

“Very well.. but before we start.... care to make a wager?”

Your ears perk, cheeks flush as you look down at his dreamy face, a devilish flick of the tongue-tickling his lips. You heard rumours about bets and other sorts of deals made between players.

“W-what do you mean?”

You gasp, feeling his lips begin to kiss down your body, a quick nip of his teeth snuck in occasionally to keep you flustered and sensitive. He continues until his shaggy head is level with your slit. You can feel his breath tickle your damp panties as you wait for him to speak.