Lon nodded, watching as Balfor lifted Laurin easily, turning her around to face away. He moved forward then, and ran his hands along the curve of her back, marveling at her soft skin. Whereas Joli's satiny skin had overlaid taut corded muscle like ropes of energy bound into feminine form, Laurin's skin was silky and yielding, a soft suppleness of womanly charm that suggested a more languid and leisurely lifestyle, where sex was the major exercise. Different, Lon decided, but equally appealing, and his cock slipped readily along the crack of her ass, still damp from the gentle bathing it had received. He leaned forward, allowed one hand to slide down, along the side of her breast, fingers finding and squeezing at the hardened nipple as it hung. He spit in his other hand, and stroked himself, adding to the ample lubrication coating him already, and kissed the back of Laurin's neck as he pressed himself into her, waiting patiently as she relaxed and opened to accommodate the intrusion, before slowly pushing forward, carefully burying himself to the hilt.<br/><br/>"Oh Lord," he breathed, and he paused, both to enjoy the tight ring gripping him firmly, as well as to check to make sure Laurin was alright. He could feel Balfor's larger erection pressing against him from below through thin walls, and somewhere inside the beat of her pulse tapped against him, setting his own pulse throbbing back.