"Mmm brave soldier. Brea will give you a little something to tide you over, hmmm?" She bantered as she undid the laces on her bodice and teasingly pulled the top of her frock down, causing her full creamy breasts to spill out tantalizingly. Slipping to her knees on the rough wooden floor as she had done many times before, she nuzzled her cheek against his hairy thigh, her tongue snaking slyly under his ballsack as she moaned against the base of his cock.<br/><br/>"It looks like your weapon  needs cleaning," She teased, then began running her tongue up and down the length of his shaft. It was one thing with men that never seemed to get old, she realized, and plenty of practice was paying off. "Just tell Brea what you want, eh?"<br/><br/>He was about ten years older than her, perhaps more. The kind of man who'd had his fair share of woman, and still enjoyed them with gusto.