Marc saw himself making love to Susanna, but the imagery was shown from her point of view. The sight of those breasts moving in unison to his trusts had the desired effect.
A rush of blood made his little soldier throb. Drusilla responded in kind, approaching him slowly, as a wolf stalks its prey. She grabbed him by the crotch and fondled him until he was as hard as an anvil.
“He’s not very loyal,” Drusilla huffed. “Shall I take him now?”
“If that is your wish,” Susanna said before bobbing a rigid curtsey.
Disclaimer: This excerpt from Man of War is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth.
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