Thread: Queen Takes Knight  (PocketFullOfPosies)

Make up for what? The little brunette minx mused, inclining her head slightly as she slowly caressed her hands up her thighs, across her lean stomach and beneath her breasts that were still blossoming amidst womanhood. I dont recall doing anything wrong that night.In fact , if I recall correctly, after you dragged me homeYou had me dance just for you A smirk curled on her soft lips, her hand reaching out to grasp at the folds of his robe as he tried to pass her. A move like that wouldnt be ignored He was trying to get away, to keep pacing so that he could come up with some sort of plan to retain what little dominance his gruff attitude had built up that night. As the Senators little fingers twisted against his robe, tugging at him lightly to turn and face her, the Queen in her decreed that this would not be so. Surely that under most physical circumstances, Padm would not stand a chance in winning against her Master Jedi however, when the man was already tired, and his arousal was becoming to heavy and painful to bearthe soft tug from a young maiden half his age felt like a gravitational pull And thus the Master would find himself pressed against a giggling girl, whose hands moved to grasp his wrists before his Jedi reflexes could contact his sensesFor a young girl in heat was a dangerous foe, and her skills far more deadly than that of even the most renowned Jedi. Setting her trap by pushing her breasts against his chest, whilst guiding his hands to grope at her ass, batting her eyelashes with all the innocence of a desire demon.. Perhaps She whispered, one hand still atop of one of his wrists, keeping him there as her other hand moved down between their bodies. She lifted up her right leg, draping it around his waist to pull him closer, pressing the bulk of his arousal against her open palm. Those little fingers went immediately on their devilish task, stroking at the older man through the layers of cloth. Her hand positioned almost as a barrier between his length and the curves of her sex. Though his tuned senses no doubt could feel her heat still, her excitement clear from the glistening wetness against the slit of her white panties. Perhaps after the Senate meeting you will take me to another club to dance. Eyes intently moved up towards his face, her heels providing enough extra height for her to be able to nuzzle at his neck without straining upon her tiptoes. Her hips began slowly moving, back and forth in a slow grind to press her palm against his need. A dangerous question that she wagered her power on at that moment, as such a suggestion could snap her lovers carnal envy and cause him to regain control with a fist wrapped tightly in her hair, his other hand eager to teach her a lesson on endangering them with such excursions I do love dancing... She purred, her lips lining the curve beneath his jaw. Knowing that out of everyone there, that you're watching me...That I am yours, and when we go home that night you'd remind me of just that... Albeit....if her pieces had been lined out just rightHe would be so overwhelmed at that moment, by the sight of her...the smell of her, the feel of her....that he would be willing to say or agree to anything, just to be able to melt into her delicate and most manipulative, nymphet hands