She stood watching as she observed every inch that Old-cocky was rising. That could only make Conan feel good .. her interest in him staying strong as he grew strong for her. Chin up, sucking in his belly to emphasise his muscle, his confidence in his reliable buddy remained strong.
No doubt about it .. where her gaze was headed .. the intensity of presence .. her eager wonder at his manly strengthening .. she was doing wonders for him too. That intense interest was helping him rise to the occasion. Who was seducing whom? Her magnetism .. and the intriguing thought of what she had on offer under that tight leather covering .. it had him diverted from the man down on his knees in front of Conan. His lips enveloping Conan’s cockhead .. arousing him to full strength.
She was eye-catching. Maddeningly tempting. Her hips had swayed slightly as she’d walked towards him .. his mind’s eye saw her tight buttocks flowing seductively. Head up, breasts high. Conan’s eyes were craving to see her stripped of that leather top. His imagination was working wonders .. the idea of her needy and willing under him! His guts a-flutter .. dying to glimpse a light bush of hair between those narrow almost boyish hips. She WAS stunning.
So stunning that he was biting on a bottom lip. In part in reaction to the temple-helper working on him down below. His blood racing from the constriction around the base of his cock. The pulse rising from the skilful wet mouth gliding up and down his shaft. This temple-boy was a master at giving head.
Conan was full down his throat, tight. Not the slightest sign of discomfort for the young man. The more Conan grew, easily he accommodated the thickness in his mouth .. easing Conan’s growing length effortlessly deep down his throat.
Conan gasped. The sight of her only three paces in front .. in her glorious self-assurance. Her presence-of-mind offering him up a challenge. Every hot-blooded male’s fantasy. A strong woman. Always a come-on for a lustful man. Conquering that assurance and making her will prisoner of his desires. Did it matter who was seducing whom? As long as Old-cocky got to perform his tricks ……
The power of her presence was spellbinding. THAT .. and the tightness of a throat on him, his cockhead pleasured by deep-bodied massaging.
Fuck the fact he was being sucked off by a male. Brought to full arousal by a man. Fuck, who cared? This gourmet savouring his cock could pleasure a stone. Fuck that it was a man down there. Conan was having to breathe in deep. His ballsack tight, blood prickling in his thighs. The nearness of her presence was intoxicating. A strong woman was a challenge, all the more passionate in defeat. She was raw temptation wrapped up into the wildest sexual dream.
“Want to seduce this ……?”
Her hand seductively massaged a breast. Conan could almost feel the hardness of her nipple in his own hand. “A god’s gift to women.”
There was no scorn in her voice. What? Wonder? Fascination? Tempted? The temple-helper had slid off Conan. Crouched to one side. Giving her full-view of Conan at his best. His fullness enhanced by the tightness that trapped his blood within the shaft. He couldn’t remove his eyes from her glorious body .. enveloped in alluring soft leather. Seduced by how strong she was blatantly appraising him in his full glory. Self-assured and challenging, she stood valuing him in his public nakedness. Unabashed. Almost manly in her cocky pride in how she herself looked. Her presence was bewitching.