After putting his hands all over that poor sore bunny's body, Sev stopped for a bit.<strong>"Sorry, but I really don't want to get this shirt dirty."</strong>With that said the cleric started to slowly take of his jacket and shirt. Unbuttoning them teasingly slow, as more and more of his pale muscular chest was reviled.<strong>"Ah, much better" </strong>He said as he tossed his clothes onto where he left his bass. He straddled the girl as he started rubbing her again. Sometimes he would lean too far forward and his chest would rub against her oiled body.