The Scarlet Blacksmith

In two strides, Carissa was upon the blacksmith, her hot lips pressed against his, her hands frantically undoing his leather apron. It fell to the floor, revealing an erection even more magnificent than the steel model suggested.

On top of the apron went the blacksmith’s gloves and Carissa’s neglige. She pulled him over to the anvil and lay across it.

“I’m your work tonight.” she said. “Now shape me with your tool before I get cold!”