[ Following her lead and sinking to his knees between hers, he helps her undo the straps of his armour and toss it aside into the sand. He can only be bothered to yank his tunic over his head before his patience begins to run out and he has to prowl over her for another kiss, longer and deeper as if they have all the time in the world.
The love of her life.
He shoves his belted skirt off but leaves the laces of his leather pants for her, too busy helping peel off her dress with gratuitous caresses, tickling along her sides. ]
If this were Port Damali you'd have a crowd of admirers wherever you went, I don't know about privacy.
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The love of her life.
He shoves his belted skirt off but leaves the laces of his leather pants for her, too busy helping peel off her dress with gratuitous caresses, tickling along her sides. ]
If this were Port Damali you'd have a crowd of admirers wherever you went, I don't know about privacy.