Eowyn whimpered as she tore at her bodice, ripping the garment apart.
"Oh, fuck! Fara! I can't hold on any longer!"
Her desire was dire and undeniable. She finally bared herself to Faramir and screeched - she was so far gone that her speech was barely coherent:
"NOW!"
Guided verbally by Eowyn Faramir quickly found the spot to attend to. His ministrations THERE made her produce all sorts of "Yes! Bema! Yes", "Harder!", "Don't dare stop!" and "Oh fuck!" sounds as her body writhed in ecstasy. The noble Gondorian smiled. Judging by how his wife was turning into boneless goo under his fingers as he scratched at the itch under her left shoulder bone, there WAS life after andropause ...
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Fic inspired by Annafan who brought this comic strip by Jennie Breeden to my attention:
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