She moaned and gasped as he surged up and down on top of her, his hands busy with her breasts.
“You are so young and beautiful,” he moaned between his panting for air. “What a joy it is for an older man to f**k such a lovely young girl.”
“Oh, Baron,” she gasped, “your c**k—your c**k! It feels so powerful inside me.” Her head rolled from side to side on the golden cushion of her hair as the sensations of his naked body pressing down on hers swirled through her mind.
Vartan kept his eyes open, the vision of his lovely captive setting spurs to his lust.
How young and pretty she is, hardly more than a child, yet wise in the revelry of the flesh. If Graveston can bring me maids like Lissa, I shall not mourn for my home in Voldavia.
Lissa’s crimson cupid-bow mouth stretched open, her breath
