Silently the elegant, sophisticated, and educated Princess Tamara of Kalameria lets you pleasure her by roughly kneading and mauling her breasts. She accepts the pain and humiliation as punishment. The pleasure you spark within her only inspires her to loath herself more, as she loses control over her own body.
Emboldened by Tamara’s lack of action, you figure that she is allowing this discourse. You smile lecherously. Grabbing her delicate feminine form you slip your hands under her arms and down her back, under her expensive corset.
“Apparently you fail to realize how much trouble you are asking my kingdom to protect you from. You see your father desperately wants this alliance, and so they may even be willing to go to war over this.”
You grab Tamara’s lower back and ass as you pull her back up flush against you. Flinching slightly, she yields to you as buttons fly everywhere. Imagines that the Prince of Nibiru will want her to suffer even greater pain, and so you are still doing her a favor.
Shuddering Tamara buries her face into your shoulder and neck as she lets out a caterwauling wail and cry’s. You strong masculine hands are sliding along her inner thighs caressing her pleasurably.
“Even if I fuck and ride you hard now, they probably will still want you even without your virginity. You will be damaged and disgraced of course but they will prize you for the bloodline you were blabbering on some such nonsense about earlier.”
Tamara’s breasts hang naked and pressed supple and firm flesh against your harry chest. Hard as nails her nipples run rough and hard as diamonds against you.
In despair, anger, sorrow, and loss Tamara’s eyes are overflowing with tears. The makeup she used, is smearing her face. She had wanted to make herself pretty and sexy for you. Her rich long curly luxurious blond hair carefully cut and combed clean of imperfections. Laura is probably jealous a little.
You look back at Evelyn and Laura and wink. They barely notice you as they finger and suck each other as Tamara is too distracted to care. Laura is on top and both have their faces buried in each other’s tight honey pots slurping away. They have managed to keep their own expensive clothes on though for when everyone is done.
“Though you are so exquisitely beautiful.” You run your hands along the skin of Tamara’s beautiful tight firm teenage body. Drink in her rich delicious scent that you favor. |