in these trying times we're not trying

Maeve

The Madame typically is the one being told what to do. So when the command comes from his lips, she shivers in response. Those embers from earlier eagerly sparking to life as she touches him as he instructed. His reaction is an interesting one. The way he tenses and jerks, blinking almost owlishly as her palm rubs lightly at the tip of his cock. Her lips twitch into an almost amused smile as his hips rock up into her hand. He can't move much with the way she's on top of him and the confines of the basin they're currently wrapped up in. Maeve shifts again so she can capture his lips in another heated kiss, silencing his complaints for a moment as she licks into his mouth. Only when they're both panting does she break away, "Then do something about it. You're more than capable, no?"

Her eyes are heavy lidded as she gazes up at him from beneath her lashes. Maeve doesn't stop touching him. Her thumb brushing almost lazily back and forth as her free hand reaches back to find one of his. Instead of letting it linger on her back, she draws it towards her chest, trailing it to one of her breasts before guiding it down to her belly. Maeve stops there, releasing his hand for him to decide what exactly he was going to do next.

Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending