Take Death's shirt off
From Create Your Own Story
You gently remove Death's shirt. Her soft smile and gentle eyes encourage you as you kiss slowly, very slowly, down her neck, ever-so-lightly nibbling the skin. Death purrs as your lips proceed to her upper chest. Her slim but strong arms wrap around you and she guides your head with her hands as you kiss your way down her cleavage.
"You know how to make a woman feel good," Death husks as you take a nipple into your mouth and softly suckle.
Your voice is muffled by her breast but still understandable. "It's a pleasure when the woman is as sexy as you."
Death moans as you tease the tip of her nipple with your tongue as you suck. "Flatterer."
"Shall I lick your sweet slit next?" you murmur.
Death shivers. "You're way overdressed." She unlocks your head from her chest and quickly strips you, then removes her remaining clothes. "That's better," she giggles, guiding you to the bedroom. Her eyes are locked unto your stiff pole. "I want that in one of my orifices." She lifts you onto the bed and joins you. "Either you let me ride that thing or I'll sit on your face and suck it while you lick me."
Both those ideas sound good to you...
