It had seemed as if there antics had drawn unwanted attention to say in the least. And that attention had a way of interrupting important business at the most inopportune time. Maduro would swear it was planned, as he silently cursed about how close but so far away it was.
It was ok though, the truth was he had one of the most beautiful women in Zeltiva hanging off his neck. We're they annoyed? Or simply jealous of the prize he had gripped in his hands. But then he could understand, a woman like Serena was out of there league.
He' listened to Serena and somewhere between a smirk and smile noded his head as he more then obliged to take her where he stayed.
Although her hands had left him, he reached his hand out for hers. The magic and passion swirled through his mind but he still could be a gentleman. Something about not being able to touch her felt so horribly wrong.
Maduro walked with her until he arrived at his place of stay, the establishment was one part bar one part tavern he waisted no time to bringing her to his room.
The session would be anything but cut short now, he'd be free to simply dive in and explore her warmth. Where her moans and panting belonged to him, where he could enjoy the splendor and delightful pleasure of a goddess.