Warning! Mature content.
Penelope's current surge of confidence was enough to make her so daring as to taste him again. She was too inexperienced for what she was about to do, and there were thoughts about how bad she could be at this, but Penelope decided to go along with it.
Only when she tried could she learn.
Penelope's cheeks felt warm as she licked him, just enough to have a peculiar taste linger on her tongue.
She felt him pulsating in the palm of her hand and taking it as a sign that he liked it, Penelope leaned forward so she could engulf his length into her mouth.
Penelope was thankful that she could not accidentally meet his gaze as she did this. How would she appear in his eyes?
Would this make her any less of a lady?'
Penelope removed her right hand from his length to shyly tuck her hair behind her ear.
Why wasn't Tyrion speaking? Why wasn't he telling her what to do?
