Sophia was beautiful, her playful, green eyes were always darting about, and her petite frame was always moving as she looked around. She wasn't whining and her face wasn't twisted into a petulant pout. It was an attractive face, and she glowed when she smiled. Every time she licked her lips and her tongue stud flashed in the sunlight, my pussy clenched—that metal stud had felt amazing on my clit.
By evening we left the woods and reached another village. Sophia was so eager for the bed. She devoured her simple stew without complaint and then dragged me upstairs. I should have stopped her, but I couldn't fight her enthusiasm. She made love to me with a fierce passion. I could see it in her eyes how much her infatuation burned inside her.
I felt guilty afterward as she lay cuddled against me. Her lips moved, and I could almost hear her whisper, "I love you," as she drifted off to sleep.
