fingers on a flat female back, then with a quick release slapped a sailor on a seductive ass. Riweynka responded with something in between a resentful exclamation and a contented moan, but she didn’t object when Hawk gently pushed her sideways, got out from under the woman’s body and, finally getting rid of her pants, reached for Isabella’s boots.

Fortunately for him — perhaps because of Isabella’s impatient nature — her shoes were drawn in not by high lacing, but by a few conveniently placed straps. More than aspirations, there was no fourth dagger behind the tops, and very soon both boots were on the floor along with other elements of the pirated wardrobe. Splayed on a magnificent breast with an appetizingly bulging backside, the pirate was too attractive to watch, and Hawk, without wasting time, tried on and stuck between the wide hips, crushing his mistress under him.

Isabella, who quickly recovered from the first orgasm, welcomed the continuation of the banquet with a playful purr. Bringing her hips together and giving her ass to meet her male dignity, the sailor raised herself on her right elbow and began to knead her elastic chest with her left hand, moaning to the beat of the quick tempo that the beaten Hawk asked.

Perhaps the fact was that this time it was from below, and maybe along with the last detail of pirate vestments, the captain's manners also fell off Isabella, but there was not a trace of the former dominant manner of the Rijneinka. Climbing up on all fours, the lover with visible pleasure podmahivala Hawk, and in response to the frequent slaps lower back just wagged teasingly backwards. When Hawk reached forward and gently, but resolutely wound thick black hair on his fist, Isabella threw back her head without question and bent over in the back. Dark skin favorably emphasized the depression at the base of the spine, and the butt-causing butts, creating a kind of top that would not leave an indifferent and more restrained lover. In Hawk, however, the excerpts were little more than Isabella's patience, and the frequent blows of men's thighs on women announced that he would get his own from minute to minute.

The sailors, however, still had unfulfilled plans. When the hand holding the mane of black hair relaxed for a moment, the pirate swiftly slid forward, coming out from under the next dash of the frantic lover. Hawk stared dumbfounded in the middle of the movement, and when she reached the head of the bed, she leaned her shoulder against the wall, stretched her arms back and slowly spread her delicious buttocks to the sides, opening direct access to the anus ringlet.

“Harder,” she breathed in a low, hoarse voice of desire.

Burnt by passion, Hawk did not have to repeat twice. A solid member with one push parted the elastic ring of muscles. Isabella wailed shrilly with a mixture of pain and insatiable desire, but didn’t even think to pull away. The next jerk of the Hawk otchit from the pirate's chest no less loud cry. Hawk raised an eyebrow and, continuing to knead the seductive ass with his right palm, fumbled with his left behind him. Groping for a sought-after item, the Fereldener leaned toward the mistress's neck, almost touching his lips with her lips.

“You make a lot of noise, honey,” he whispered barely audibly.

- What? - the sailor has thrown up, it is expected not having heard.

As soon as she opened her mouth, a lover’s sash appeared between her teeth, and a moment later men's hands twisted his loose ends at the back of her head and pulled a red knot over thick black hair.

Isabella let out a low chest moan, not too successfully penetrated through the improvised gag, and Hawk, holding the knot with one hand and putting the other on the wide thigh, began to energetically pull the queen of the seas. Riveynka, clinging to the head of the bed, howled in unison with her lover's sweeping movements, while a drop of sweat rolled down her dark-skinned back. Hawk, who had a little before the finals, was approaching the top with every wrench. The delicious ass, the roundness of which teased him so many times under the short hem of the tunic, was now tightly gripped by the vigorously moving piston, and the sight of the sailors sagging in front of him, slurring grunting through the gag, complemented his bodily pleasure with an attractive spectacle. Feeling the beginning of the end, Hawke suddenly pulled out a member entirely and then with a sharp movement drove him to the very foundation. Another passionate cry, muffled by a tightly tightened sash, sounded in his ears with music, and a stone-hard organ without a trace threw out all that his lover kept in himself.

Feeling the heated body of a man behind her relaxed and pushed aside, Isabella unstuck herself from the wall and collapsed on the crumpled sheets. Even without being distracted by the gag, the Ravenca rolled over on its side, launched a hand between tightly compressed hips and vigorously earned her fingers. It did not take much time - after a few seconds, the second palm flew up and squeezed one of the breasts so that the dark knuckles grew gray, and the sailor, throwing back her head, trembled with a large tremor. The bright orgasm did not last long - after half a minute an atypically thin moan, yet breaking through the red cloth, was silent, and the silence in the room was broken only by the heavy breathing of tired lovers.

The first came Isabella. Rolling over on her back and leaning on the head of the bed, she stretched back, loosened the knot, and took out the wet red sash from her mouth. Noticing that Hawke watches her manipulations with a peaceful look, she looked at the man lying next to her with a long look and squinted slyly.

- What, now I will be evaluated? Hawk asked derisively.

“Hmm,” Isabella drawled, rolling her eyes in feigned thoughtfulness. - Let's just say: on a scale from church novices to the kings of Ferelden, you are closer to kings.

- I correctly understood that I hopelessly concede to novices? Hawk teased.

Ryvainka once again showed him his tongue.

“Do not be offended, dear,” she answered. - I met such novices that you never dreamed of. And then, I told you, men are good for only one thing, and women for six. But, I must give you my due, - the pirate sweetly stretched, - you do your one thing conscientiously.

Having picked up the red sash still wrapped around her neck with a bulging little finger, the sailor looked at him with interest.

- And this is a cloth I like. Beautiful colour. And then, she's so ... useful.

“Take it,” Hawk waved his hand with a gracious smile.

“I catch you at my word,” Isabella said. - I will wear it as a sign of your favor.

Fereldenz snorted. Finished with a smack, the Ryneinka quickly dressed in a slightly crumpled tunic, holding the ripped chest lacing up with an improvised sea knot, and putting on jack-up boots, she began to tighten the straps.

- Already leaving? - Hawk asked.

“Exactly,” Isabella replied, fastening the necklace with monists around the neck. - I cried curiosity, and I satisfied him. - Daggers slid into the sheath. - Everyone is happy with everything. Or ... - the brown eyes, alarmed, met Hawke's gaze. - No, you do not offer me feelings, a serious relationship, this is all?

- Deliver the Creator! - Hawke snorted. - I'm not going to marry you.Knowing you, my dear, in two weeks the horns will cut through, I will grow gray from jealousy, and you will start to avoid me, because I will become like a qunari.

The pirate laughed softly. Then, as if remembering something important, stretched back and dissolved the knot still tied at the back of the head. Several times, wrapping a bright scarlet fabric around her right hand, the Riveinka made a neat knot and with her usual swaying gait headed for the exit. Turning around on the threshold, Isabella smiled, sent a mocking kiss to her lover and slipped into the gathering twilight of the corridor. The last thing Hawke distinguished in the wrong light of dying candles was the bright red fabric on his dark-skinned skin.