She was soft and hot.  The fullness of those breasts as he squeezed and kneaded them made him murmur wordlessly against her skin as he kissed and licked and then nipped at one shoulderblade.  The encouraging touch of her hand on his own... the needful moan the escaped her lips...<br/><br/>Roarke shifted his hips, easing his cock lower to nestle between Cecily's ass cheeks.  The tight shorts were thin but they still kept skin from skin and the satyr growled against the heated flesh of her back.  His hands moved down, leaving her breasts to roam down along her belly and seek out her hips.  He curled his fingers in the waistband of those infuriating shorts and pulled.  His breath blew over the dampness of the licks and kisses her placed upon her back as he strained a moment before the fabric yielded to his desire with a sharp tearing and came apart.<br/><br/>And suddenly his cock was pressed against hot and bare flesh, sliding along her ass and then between her thighs to rub against her pussy.  He discarded the scraps and reached up to take her breasts once more, giving them a firm squeeze as he bucked his hips to grind against her.