Viloet may as well have been a pint-sized succubus to Lew, the twinkle of those deep jewels sending another shudder through his body. Her steady, confident gaze pierced any worries of inadequacy (or over abundance in his case?). Sure he'd leered at the occasional bar wench and whistled at a pretty lady every now and again, but this woman practically glowed with sexual confidence that left him in a state of awe.<br/><br/>Watching the tip of his length disappear beyond the threshold of the seductress' lips, it twitched against the hesitant slip. As Viloet drew back, a tendril of white, pungent cream latched to her lips. The pent up sexual frustrations of a fresh adult, perhaps?<br/><br/>Lew had grinned a lecherous grin from ear-to-ear, elated to hear his endurance would be put to the test in quite possibly the most favorable and pleasant of ways! He steadfastly refused to give up, not after the promise of patience rewarded. "You know what you're doing," came the appreciative reply. "Set the pace and heading as you wish."