Laurin gasped and shuddered, the feel of Joli's fingers radiating from the point of contact and vibrating across her entire body.<em>I can't tell if she's being bashful or polite!</em>As Balfor slipped the garment off from betwix the two that sandwiched her, it thudded on the ground and leaned against her legs. She leaned into the pixie-like body, mashing her flesh against Joli's back. A wet, velvety tongue reached out to caress the beckoning ear lobe. "Keep that up," she hissed "and there'll be an extra round just for you."<br/><br/>With a parting breath Laurin shifted her weight back to rest against Balfor, rolling her hips and rubbing his member through his breech cloth. Mimicing Joli, Laurin's pristine nails teased their way up Balfor's thighs as she moaned in primal hunger, the heat and scent of three anticipating bodies overcoming her. Sweat was beginning to bead on her features as she cocked her head sideways. "You heard the woman, Balfor. Cristen this voyage with me that we may all reach paradise!"<br/><br/>Stepping out of the bustier and kicking it aside, Laurin turned and shimmied her way down between the two. Her knees settled outside and just beyond his feet. She tugged at the breech cloth, catching the head of his engorging pleasure stick in the rim rubbing it with the cloth and a soft giggle before freeing it to the air. A hot breath marveled at the sight before her. She asked for no permission, no signs, she simply latched her full, wet lips around his bulging head. Hefting a breast in each hand, she trapped his shaft in a thin fissure of creamy flesh as that tongue teased away at his opening.