That single gush of feminine cream hadn't been the result of any relief or satisfaction. She had just experienced a teasing mini-orgasm, that while certainly pleasurable, really only made her body crave more. Those bright emeralds looked about the tavern's interior around them to see just how many sets of eyes had fallen upon them after her loud long groan of pleasure. Her gaze returned to his as he spoke, she didn't trust herself to speak. Her teeth had once again caught that lower lip and were proceeding to keep it captured so tightly it seemed they may be in danger of drawing blood. She would just nod her head almost frantically in response.<br/><br/>What very little self control she had been desperately clinging on to was melting away with each throb and twitch his cloth clinging clad cock was offering against her swollen thinly veiled pussy. She thought she was doing a rather good job even though she could no longer keep her hips from squirming and wriggling over the barstool, against the tip of that blissful imprisoned penis. It was then that Stephanie was coming up behind Michael and proceeded to lean against his back as her big sister retrieved the room key. This of course caused Michael to be pushed forward, increasing the pressure his bulbous mushroom was applying to her lust engorged southern lips, pushing a couple more millimeters between them. The silk of her teddy's crotch easing within just a little more as it defiantly stood guard against that robe covered angry tip.<br/><br/>A visible shudder ran through her body once again as a second gush of delicious honey was released over his pressing penis. Hands pressing against his shoulders lightly, almost in a half-hearted effort to push him away even as those hips came to life. They were no longer squirming, beginning a slowly rolling grind to work those ultra sensitive silk clad puffy pussy lips over his eager clothed member. She just couldn't stop herself, only half aware of what Michael was actually saying as he mentioned something about needing to wait.<br/><br/>She couldn't help that smirk from crossing over her lips as she made her way up the stairs with Travis in hand, leaning against Michael had done just what she wanted. She knew how much the redhead loved public naughtiness and how the current situation would likely just be overwhelming her little sister. The buxom blonde was torn, while she was certainly delighted that Travis accepted her invitation; she was a bit disappointed that she wouldn't get to witness Dawn's likely inevitable intense orgasm right over Michael's cock infront of everyone while perched on the barstool. The key was soon slid into the appropriate lock before the door was opened and she was leading Travis inside the modest inn room.<br/><br/>The sturdy bed seemed to be roughly a queen-sized, a window on the back wall above the bed was allowing moonlight to grace the room. She wasted no time in slipping her Haversack from her shoulders to set it beside the door. Once Travis was through the threshold, she would close the door before swaying hips led him to the middle of the room. Turning around to face him, her hands immediately raised to caress over his chest. Her fingers gliding slowly across the hard metal plate covering his torso, each hand moving to his sides to seek out the straps to his armor's chest-piece.<strong>"Let's get you out of that troublesome armor" </strong>