<br/>Noticing the way Ariel glanced at her own already-well-dressed self, Eric replied, "Hmm, we wouldn't want to crumple or rip that lovely gown of yours, or your beautifully coiffed hair," he rubbed his chin thoughtfully and winked. "Rather impedes my access to much of your body; pity. But your mouth, ahhh...how I enjoy even the lovelier uses for you mouth, dear Ariel, than your sweet singing..."<br/><br/>He grabbed a cushion from a couch and tossed it to the floor at his feet. "Perhaps a swift suck-and-swallow, my sweet, to take the edge off my bursting lust. We wouldn't want any of your visiting friends to be able to see my...pronounced state...through my pants. or for them to take advantage of it!" he winked mischievously at Ariel. Then he beckoned, "Come, my dear...take me in your mouth...show me again what a talented princess you are!"