The carriage jolts over rutted roads toward Trébouillet’s little castle. Anne-Jeanne sits close, her breasts bouncing with every bump. My cock stirs. Heart hammers. I can’t resist. ‘Permit me, my sweet.’ Lips brush her pale mounds. She gasps but doesn’t pull away. Heat surges. Pulse races. Arrival. I help her down, eyes devouring her cleavage. Inside the chamber, alone. Tension crackles. Rumors of shared blood? Forgotten. I pull her close. Lips crash. Tongues tangle. Hands roam. Her body yields. Breath quickens. Skin flushes hot. I taste her neck, collarbone. Fingers tug lace free. Breasts spill out—full, nipples hardening under my gaze. Suck one. Bite gently. She moans. My shaft throbs painfully. Urgency builds. Strip her slow. Stockings stay, ribbons pink. Her bush dark, slit glistening. Trembling thighs part. Fingers dive in. Wet heat grips me. She arches. Heart pounds wild. Desire devours reason.
Naked hunger takes over. Bed creaks as I lay her back. Lips ravage tits again. Tongue circles nipples. Hand strokes her slick folds. Clit swells. I rub firm circles. She writhes. Gasps sharpen. ‘Oh, Jean-Gatien…’ Fingers plunge deep. Pump hard. Thumb on her pearl. Body bucks. She shatters—juices flood my hand. I suck my finger clean. Smear her taste on her lips. Kiss deep. She savors it. Cock aches, iron-hard. Free it. Present to her mouth. ‘The second gate, love.’ Hesitant lips part. Tongue flicks tip. Heaven. She sucks. Swallows deeper. Eyes lock on mine, gleaming wicked. Balls tighten. ‘Swallow my seed!’ I erupt. Thick ropes fill her throat. She gulps every drop. Waves crash through me. Stars burst.
The Fever
Still hard. Flip her prone. Kiss down spine to ass cheeks. Spread them. Tongue rims her tight rosebud. She quivers. Fingers back in pussy. Lick her hole. Saliva slicks it open. She moans loud. Push index in. Hot, clenching grip. Add middle finger. Stretches easy. Cock weeps pre-cum. Position her—ass up. Gland presses her pucker. ‘Second act of my demo.’ Inch by inch, I sink. Velvet vice milks me. Balls slap her wet lips. She fingers herself. I pound savage. Sweat drips. Hearts thunder in sync. ‘This ass is mine!’ Deeper. Harder. She screams pleasure. I explode—hot jets paint her bowels. She convulses, milking dry. Collapse together. Skin fever-hot, slick. Unique blaze. Embers glow.