Emboldened by Princess Laura’s lack of resistance to your advances you whirl her around and pull her back into you. “aaahhh!!!” Comes a whisper from her throat, in a sense of vertigo.
Before Laura can object your devilish hands slip underneath her red sash dress. Your hands massage concentric clockwise circles on the underside of her pert and firm breasts, her hips, lower back, abdomen, and finally her thighs. She is panting more pronounced now.
“Please… brother… don’t… stop this… let me go…” Very weakly Laura whispers pleading and begging a little incoherently. This is in direct contrast to her belligerent attitude a few moments ago.
Overwhelming fear paralyzes Laura. Her body trembles delicately against you now. She is afraid of what you are doing to her. She is afraid what you would do if she directly opposed you by escaping. She is afraid the pleasure will be too much for her to fight soon. She is afraid of how much she likes being the submissive one for once. She is afraid that you are already corrupting her.
“Do you want me to continue Laura?” You tauntingly ask Laura as her command of coherent thought is tenuous at best, let alone speech.
Laura never had a man’s hand linger on her tight and firm body as much as yours have. Despite how often she has sex, it was always rather predictable nowdays. Until now, that is; Now, you are doing things for her that excite her in ways she has not felt since she was a virgin.
A soft lustful groan of exquisite pleasure fights and escapes Laura’s throat unbidden. She feels your rough hands knead and caress her causing fantastic pleasure in her body. She wonders where you learned this skill. |