Complex reasons had brought her to this pond tonight… reasons of power, of curiosity, of the strange, reluctant pull this particular man exerted on her after everything they had survived together. Those reasons remained tangled and only half-examined.
But... the result was all that mattered.
So, she stayed exactly where she was while he rubbed the length of his cock against her open folds.
Sol, unaware of her inner thoughts. continued the rubbing without stopping.
He only felt the way her body remained pliant against his, her thighs stayed slightly parted as he wanted, the way fresh slickness continued to leak from her with every pass of his cockhead along her folds.
The broad head dragged up through her soft, wet curls, then down again, parting the plump outer lips just enough on each stroke to let more of her heat kiss the sensitive cockhead.
