[ Oh, he's good. He always is, but Hilda is never any less pleased. She deepens the kiss in kind, her lips parting as she lets out a moan. Hilda might try to pass herself off as a delicate flower, but Balthus knows she's just the opposite.
Probably one of the reasons she loves him so much. When they're alone, he isn't afraid to be rough with her... and it's definitely getting her going, too. She's already wet, and she spreads her legs for him. ]
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Probably one of the reasons she loves him so much. When they're alone, he isn't afraid to be rough with her... and it's definitely getting her going, too. She's already wet, and she spreads her legs for him. ]