His other hand slid up to cup my face, brushing back my flaming curls. I had my mother's fiery hair, but my father's blue eyes.
"I missed you every day in the mountains," he groaned, pulling me down, my red hair spilling about my face.
"I bet you found more than a few peasant girls willing to provide comfort to a Knight on a Quest," I grinned.
"But none were you," he grinned and pulled me down for a hot kiss.
My breasts rubbed against his muscular chest. His hand slid down my back and over my heavy, leather belt that my chainmail loincloth hung from. He squeezed the cheeks of my ass, left mostly exposed by the two-inch wide band of mail. His fingers dipped beneath the mail as he kneaded my ass.
I groaned and ground on him, working my clit against the cold metal of my mail. His cock was hard beneath, throbbing with his desire. I kissed him hard, my hands roaming his muscular sides and chest. My Kevin was a strong man.
And it was time for him to eat my pussy.
