Pool Fun

“*Any* surface, you say?” The Sovereign purred, her eyes glimmering with a challenging spark as her chin turned slightly at his touch. “That sounds to me like a dare, Graves. Very well, I’ll take your offer on.”

She leans in close, her breasts squeezing against his bulwark chest with the hot mist of her breath wafting over his lips. “Come to my room, then. Room 427. Oh, and bring some extra bedding, we’ll need it~”

Malcolm have always had a distinct weakness for Syndra, and with her whispering her located room he couldn’t help but smirk. He was quite a bold one to offer her a good time, and she equally bold for taking him on. The burly hands on her waist wouldn’t let her go quite yet as he dug his thick fingers into her pristine skin.

“Most certainly... just don’t get into anything else than what you’ve got on...” His eyes drew down Syndra’s curvaceous figure, strapped in a most delightful bikini that would make even her usual outfit look modest in comparison. A hand reached behind her, and Malcolm gave Syndra’s luscious backside a squeeze, leaning in closer as he flicked a small kiss on her lips.