Let My Body Do The Work

[Agron]

Tag: Ilithyia

blood and battle

ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN

Aron did not usually stay the nights but his client's husband was out of town and it was expected of him to stay to ensure she was well protected. The man had a lot of fucking enemies. Besides, the pay was good so who was Agron to deny the offer of some extra money? Though sometimes it didn't seem like enough considering the details of his job expectations. Never the less, he was here and he would perform his duties diligently.

Which, apparently involved making a sandwich. Though not before he would check on her before it go too late. Making his way to her room, he knocked on the door, standing on the other end instead of going in. "Is there anything you need?" He asked her, before slowly creaking the door open to make sure she was alright. The woman could be quite . . . eccentric. But a part of Agron did feel bad for her to have a husband like the one she did. He seemed cold; detached. And it couldn't be easy to have to deal with someone like that.

[Ilithyia]

Ilithyia was bored, and after watching her new bodyguard all day she was horny too. She was dressed in a purple sheer robe, that did nothing to hide her body, one she worked hard on keeping in top shape--not that her husband cared to enjoy it. He only hired others to keep it safe then ignored her unless hse showed up naked at his work or something! SHe was growing restless and annoyed! She was young, and beautiful and she had needs! Picking up a trinket that he had sent her she threw it to the other side of the room--the walls were so far away it only landed ont he thick plush carpet with no sound. That was unstaifying. Hearing a knock, she looked over her shoulder as the body guard came in and asked if she needed anything. She felt her belly tighten as she thought about his muscled hips pistoning between her legs, and she felt herself grow wet. Grinning, she slowly turned to give him the full view of her not-s-covered body. Picking up her pen, she dropped it on the floor. "Oops," she said, stepping over it so her naked legs were on either side of it, and when he went to pick it up, his face would be between her legs. "Would you be a dear and hand me that?"