She gets you slippery.

Ashani reaches over to a little table on the beside, giving you a fine view of her lovely dark skin, from her shoulder blades, down her back, over her hips, and down her long strong legs to the gold bracelets on her ankles. When she rolls back to you, she has a little glass vial in her hand.

"I picked this up when I was leading my army through Nophoria," she tells you, as she pulls out the stopper and pours a few drops of amber fluid into her palm. "I find that it's just the thing for this sort of occassion."

She puts the bottle back on the table, then lies close alongside you, pressing her warm body to you, looking closely at you with her dark eyes. She wraps her hand around your stiff cock, and you can feel the amber fluid, cool at first, though it warms up quickly. Then, gently, she caresses you, rubbing the lotion up and down the length of your shaft.

Ashani smiles when you moan, and keeps stroking you, slowly. Her grip is slick and wet and warm and firm, and her hips and thighs press close against yours. Her round breasts brush your chest, and her wide, dark eyes are intent on yours. You can almost imagine that you're inside her and that she's giving you a slow, comfortable fuck.

Of course, she's right when she guessed that your first run of the night wouldn't take long. Soon you're dizzy and groaning, and you're sure that you're not more than a few squeezes away from coming.

She can see it, too. "Do you want it like this," she murmurs, "or inside me?"