Bedtime with Poppy

Poppy isn't bad in the bedroom, she's closer to inexperienced. That clumsy way she goes from dropping her armor to dropping her grubby clothes is endearing, keeping your eyes glued to her every step of the way. She's not a soft woman, but there's a pleasure in the firmness of her body. Her well toned hips and thighs, strong forearms, and calloused hands are all dear to you. When she shoves you down, that confident smile on her face you can feel yourself throb a little, especially when you see the pink rise up from beneath her blue cheeks. When her inexperience shines through is when you enjoy it the most, as she takes hold of your cock in her strong, rough, and yet almost delicately small hands. Where some men might find the callouses a turn off, every rough bump in her tighter-than-necessary squeeze is just another source of pleasure for you by now. It doesn't take long for her to get impatient though, you've got so much flesh and she's such a small girl. Taking you into both hands she pumps them up and down, almost begging you to be done as she gives herself a full arm work out, and gives you that view you hold dear. Clearing your throat she pops back to reality, a sheepish grin stretching across her face like it always did when she got carried away. Settling down she set the pace just a bit lower, still working you with a motion you called 'Churning the butter', and churn she did. You could feel the need in your balls and with each stroke your found yourself just a bit closer until finally the Yordle got her reward, surprised as always as the load splashed across her face, a pittance of it managing to get into her mouth.
Surveying your still hard cock, Poppy licked her lips as she smiled down at you. "Not finished, huh? Well, my convictions will not falter."