<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/RowanPF.jpg)   </div><strong>Rowan Riks</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/wiki/File:Rowan.pdf)<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Will<br/><strong>Status</strong>: Hot and boithered<hr/>Laying on her side, Rowan smiles at Will's words and lifts one calf to rest it on Will's thigh, smiling as she languidly strokes his chest and stomach with the tips of her fingers, then firmer and more heartily to enjoy the pressure and firm resistance of his body with its fresh mist of clean sweat.  "Oh, Will.  I'm not known for..." she sighs, still catching her breath, "... making the best... snap-decisions.  But that was a good one."  She grins.  "And that was<i>good</i>."<br/><br/>She looks up at his face and places a sweet kiss on his lips, then another bolder one, suckling at his lower lip and darting her tongue into his mouth as she works her face along his with a low purr in her throat.  "Mmm... positively spectacular."  Her eyes sparkle as she looks him over, admiring him naked, letting her hands explore him, trace his chest, his stomach, drawing the lines of his abdominal muscles.  "I may not have been, technically, a<i>virgin</i>, I know.  But as far as I'm concerned, you're my first time."  She doesn't look up from tracing whorls and lines on his body.  "It was... much better than I could have hoped."  At that, she buries her finely-shaped face into his chest, kissing there, and nestles into him for a gentle snuggle.<br/><br/>Her hand continues to explore, and from her vantage point, her face hidden, she observes that his manhood is still at the ready... if not pulsing and throbbing with need like before, she expects he could easily... easily... fill her again.  "Um... could you be my second, too?"  She asks with a girlish giggle, her voice muted against his skin, and strokes her leg enticingly up his as her hand delves lower, giving an exploratory caress of the base of his member, stroking her fingers down hesitantly at first, then more boldly, to test how he reacts to her caressing his sac.  She listens close to his breathing, his voice, and his heart through his chest as she begins to tentatively stroke him, still damp with his climax and hers beginning to only beginning to dry on his thick shaft, and strokes her short hair against his chest as she kisses his pectoral muscles in broad strokes, letting her lower lip and tongue trail behind.<br/><br/>She forms a loose fist, gently squeezing his length, and begins to gently give him a stroking motion to simulate his thrusts before, to see how he'll react, to feel how the soft skin along that firm length gives and recedes with the pressure she exerts, to watch him move with her and to feel him give and throb with the gentle exertions as she begins to find a rhythm and squeeze, pull, and push gently back down his length.