She stood obediently, trembling only a little as he kissed her nipples and stripped her of the rest of her clothes, save the stockings. She was proud of her body, and rightly - her skin was soft, especially for a common girl, though her hands and feet were somewhat callused. Her back was a litany of scars, criss-crossed, bearing memory to the one time she had gotten caught filching trinkets from a lord, and whipped for her crime. Lhurriel blushed and hooked one leg around his waist as he drew her into him, pressing a kiss to his neck.<br/><br/>"Hardly only my problems... it seems that you have some too," she murmured. With a light jump, she swung her other stockinged leg around his waist. With a strength that seemed odd for her petite body, she lifted herself so that the head of his length rested between the dripping lips of her cleft. "Shall you go first, or shall I?"