Help him take off his clothes? How could he ask something so embarrassing?
Byron's words reminded the silverhead that her own dress and panties were no longer on her body, that she...
'O, Goddess Calliope! Please forgive me for I have sinned!'
If her face was burning with shame because of what Byron had done to her earlier, now it felt like her entire body was thrown into a furnace.
So, instead of helping him take off his clothes like he said, she tried to pull the sheets so she could cover her body.
She was avoiding his gaze.
Byron let out a chuckle as he decided to do it himself.
Soon, his clothes were on the floor, his pulsing dick into his hands as he positioned himself in between her legs.
"It might sting at first," he said, already rubbing the head of his iron rod onto her pussy, "but don't worry. Pleasures will follow!"
