[littl3chocobo]

the lad writhed deliciously under him and as he tasted the softly glowing skin and still pushing up the garment he meandered slowly over the duke's soft belly and up to the base of his ribs, the dress could go no farther and softly kissing the flesh he let his mouth fall away, "...lord ainsley...you must remove your woman's trappings if i am to continue"