Shay couldn't help but laugh, husky and good natured into the bard's ear. "My, Yewbough, where did your eloquence go? Did it swell up here?" She rubbed his length through the crotch of his pants. Shay had watched his distracted, though well given, performance with bated breath, seeing the way that his pants tented at the suggestions she had made with simply laying on the bed before him. Feeling it poke her and now getting a feel of what his girth had to offer made Shay's heart race. It hadn't been that long, had it?<br/><br/>"You a breast man then, Yew?" She said, sliding her hand once again along his pant-caged length. She flitted away, out of reach. Shay's fingers played at the laces that held up her blouse and kept her breasts from spilling out of the cloth. She let each knot be untied in a slow show of temptation, half to tease the more innocent-than-not man before her and half to test his patience. The cloth sagged at her shoulders, teasing an escape downward to bare her torso. Shay re-approached the bard with her blouse just a breeze away from leaving her top bare. She gave Yewbough a smile and worked his breeches, undoing his belt and pulling the pants down to reveal the rod pitching his tent.<br/><br/>Her eyes shone with excitement when she saw his uncovered length. Shay didn't even try to hide the way her tongue licked her lips. "For someone with a fine instrument, I'm surprised you get so flustered," she teased. She slide her blouse down by the shoulders, letting her amble breasts gradually out into the open. Aside from the size of Shay's bust, the first thing Yewbough might notice would be the fact her nipples were pierced. The small, silver rings hung from her nipples like door knockers. Shay settled herself onto her knees and wrapped her soft, pliable breasts around the bard's cock, took a moment to feel the throbbing hardness between her valley, and slowly began to work them along the shaft. All the while, Shay kept her eyes sultry and firmly on Yewbough's.