A loud, surprised moan rushed from the quaking doe as his hot mouth sealed over her obviously soaked, honeyed folds. He kept it there, obviously relishing the forced opportunity as Madeline dropped back onto the bed. Her breathing was much more erratic as Villepin moved over her again and kissed hotly, her body pushing closer to the younger doe to let her feel secure and embraced held down as this unfamiliar tongue pushed and probed at sensitive, silky, slick heat. Her hips undulated in slow, desperate need as she moved her own hands over Simone’s form.

They had practiced kissing, and it had gotten heated, but this was different. Simone had taught Madeline pleasure before that night, a mere three evenings before, But that was almost clinical in comparison, providing her with material to read, and a general idea of what she was to do. This was passionate, intimate, and in most circles, incredibly taboo.

The wet smacking and hot nasal breathing of Beaufort between Madeline’s thighs proved his complete lack of offence, however. He was very much into the moment, it seemed.

Madeline parted the kiss with a sweet, pleasured cry. Villepin glanced back to the buck. His eyes were open but he was focused entirely on what he was doing to pleasure his intended doe. Two fingers slid into her tight sex, slowly widening it, preparing her for what was to come. It would seem he was prepared just as diligently. He lowered his head slowly again and then began pushing and teasing his tongue over her slightly rigid little clit. Yes, he’d been instructed properly. This relaxed Simone a lot. He wasn’t some bumbling fool of a lover. He was dedicated to pleasuring this sweet doe and knew how to go about it.