Even with her ears covered, Wilhelmina still registered the unmistakable sound of his belt unbuckled and that of his zipper coming undone, his muffled-but-later-expressed seductive moans and the wet but raunchy sound of his long, slender fingers traversing up and down his length.

It was hard not to imagine what was going on. Images of last time that she thought she had successfully buried in the back of her mind began to resurface. 

His dick- long, plump and... mouth-watering. 

She so wanted to hold it, feel its temperature against her cheek, sniff it, lick it and even better...suck it. 

Before that encounter in SilverCayne forest, she had accidentally bought an...