gown to the floor, and returned, nude, to his arms.
He rolled her hardened nipple between his fingers as he nipped at her neck. She moaned, as he knew she would, and pressed her hips toward him, offering herself as she always did. The stupid cow thought she was in love with him, and, more foolishly, thought he was in love with her.
She pushed off his jacket and unbuttoned his cerulean satin waistcoat. Her hands tore at his white linen shirt until he stood before her bare-chested. She lowered her mouth to one dark disk, raking her teeth across his nipple. He smiled to himself. He had taught her many things, and what the girl lacked in looks she made up for in enthusiasm.
"Turn around," he ordered.
The woman complied doing anything he asked, just as he had trained her to do. His eyes roved over her elegant back and rounded backside, causing his shaft to harden. He walked up behind her and reached around to grasp her breast with one hand while caressing her derriere with his other.
"You are so beautiful," he whispered as he rubbed the evidence of his desire against her. She shuddered in his arms and he bent his head to her neck. He continued to fondle her and was not surprised when her hand reached back to grab at his cock now straining against his breeches.
"You know exactly how to touch me," he said to the girl as she began rubbing his shaft with unconcealed longing. "Is this what you want?" He asked, pressing his hand to hers as she continued to explore his length.
"Yes," she whispered. "I need you, my love."
He removed his boots and breeches while she turned to watch, her eyes reflecting her lust of his powerful body. He looked at the pink nipples of her generous breasts and then his eyes drifted to her face. A mistake. His cock began to wither.
"Get on the bed, darling, the way I like to have you."
The chit scrambled onto the mattress and rested on her knees. He joined her on the vermilion counterpane and grabbed both her breasts before gently pushing her forward. Her dark curls glistened with her desire, making it easy to slide a finger into her.
"Have you been waiting for me, darling? Do you think of me when your husband is inside of you?"
"Yes," she breathed.
"Are you ready for me?" He continued arousing her with languid strokes.
"Yes," she said on a gasp and then pushed herself backward, begging him to fill her.
He placed his cock at the entrance of her sex. The girl shuddered with anticipation, and he waited a moment before he impaled her, sheathing himself to the hilt. She shouted with pleasure, and he began banging away at her from behind, stimulating her body with his hands until she found his rhythm.
The girl screamed with each thrust and he was sure the servants would hear, but he continued to drive into her until, mercifully, he felt his own body responding. He grasped her about the hips and buried himself, spilling his seed in an uninspired climax.
He pulled the girl into his arms still panting from his exertion. Her back was to him, but he could see that she would not sleep and was content just being held. He gritted his teeth and groaned to himself, knowing she would require more.
"I love you," he whispered, kissing her on the neck. He closed his eyes and imagined the pretty blonde whore he had rogered on Saturday.
He rolled the admiral’s wife over and took her breast in his mouth. She moaned. He stretched himself out on top of her and was thankful for the difference in height so that he would not have to look at her unappealing face.
He spread her thighs and drove into her. Intentionally keeping his movements slow so they would be occupied for an extended period. He did not find it difficult to delay his pleasure.
Sweat began gathering at the small of his back, and he was becoming bored. He nibbled the girl’s nipple and began to drive forcefully. She screamed, and he felt her body clutching at his cock.
He closed his eyes and imagined the blonde harlot and all that they had done
He rolled her hardened nipple between his fingers as he nipped at her neck. She moaned, as he knew she would, and pressed her hips toward him, offering herself as she always did. The stupid cow thought she was in love with him, and, more foolishly, thought he was in love with her.
She pushed off his jacket and unbuttoned his cerulean satin waistcoat. Her hands tore at his white linen shirt until he stood before her bare-chested. She lowered her mouth to one dark disk, raking her teeth across his nipple. He smiled to himself. He had taught her many things, and what the girl lacked in looks she made up for in enthusiasm.
"Turn around," he ordered.
The woman complied doing anything he asked, just as he had trained her to do. His eyes roved over her elegant back and rounded backside, causing his shaft to harden. He walked up behind her and reached around to grasp her breast with one hand while caressing her derriere with his other.
"You are so beautiful," he whispered as he rubbed the evidence of his desire against her. She shuddered in his arms and he bent his head to her neck. He continued to fondle her and was not surprised when her hand reached back to grab at his cock now straining against his breeches.
"You know exactly how to touch me," he said to the girl as she began rubbing his shaft with unconcealed longing. "Is this what you want?" He asked, pressing his hand to hers as she continued to explore his length.
"Yes," she whispered. "I need you, my love."
He removed his boots and breeches while she turned to watch, her eyes reflecting her lust of his powerful body. He looked at the pink nipples of her generous breasts and then his eyes drifted to her face. A mistake. His cock began to wither.
"Get on the bed, darling, the way I like to have you."
The chit scrambled onto the mattress and rested on her knees. He joined her on the vermilion counterpane and grabbed both her breasts before gently pushing her forward. Her dark curls glistened with her desire, making it easy to slide a finger into her.
"Have you been waiting for me, darling? Do you think of me when your husband is inside of you?"
"Yes," she breathed.
"Are you ready for me?" He continued arousing her with languid strokes.
"Yes," she said on a gasp and then pushed herself backward, begging him to fill her.
He placed his cock at the entrance of her sex. The girl shuddered with anticipation, and he waited a moment before he impaled her, sheathing himself to the hilt. She shouted with pleasure, and he began banging away at her from behind, stimulating her body with his hands until she found his rhythm.
The girl screamed with each thrust and he was sure the servants would hear, but he continued to drive into her until, mercifully, he felt his own body responding. He grasped her about the hips and buried himself, spilling his seed in an uninspired climax.
He pulled the girl into his arms still panting from his exertion. Her back was to him, but he could see that she would not sleep and was content just being held. He gritted his teeth and groaned to himself, knowing she would require more.
"I love you," he whispered, kissing her on the neck. He closed his eyes and imagined the pretty blonde whore he had rogered on Saturday.
He rolled the admiral’s wife over and took her breast in his mouth. She moaned. He stretched himself out on top of her and was thankful for the difference in height so that he would not have to look at her unappealing face.
He spread her thighs and drove into her. Intentionally keeping his movements slow so they would be occupied for an extended period. He did not find it difficult to delay his pleasure.
Sweat began gathering at the small of his back, and he was becoming bored. He nibbled the girl’s nipple and began to drive forcefully. She screamed, and he felt her body clutching at his cock.
He closed his eyes and imagined the blonde harlot and all that they had done
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