[ Just his hands touching her rear sends a shiver of ecstasy down her spine. Although she can't see his expression, his tantalizing touches alone are proof enough that he's very much enjoying the view of her ass and she couldn't be any prouder knowing that she's the one driving this incredible man into the depths of lust with her. The sudden slap to her cheeks causes her back to arch in response, drawing out a delightful moan from the back of her throat. Ah... who would have thought that just that light smack to her ass would feel so good?
Finally, she can feel his head poking at her folds and she's beyond thrilled, bracing herself to be filled with him once again but... that moment doesn't seem to come to pass? The absolute audacity of this man! ]
Mm, is there a problem with that? I'd let you fuck me every single day if that's what your heart desires.
[ Although she didn't realize it at first, being with Tartaglia has unleashed a hurricane of lewd desires within her, causing her to accept that she is quite the degenerate at heart. If anything, she's quite proud of the idea of turning her beloved into a lecher. Whenever he wants it, she'll be happy to let him use her body in any way he pleases.
If he finally sticks it in that is! Hearing his obnoxious laugh causes her flushed face to gaze at him from over her shoulder, staring at him with an annoyed pout. ]
As if you have any room to talk about being unfair. Lord Tartaglia is being so mean teasing me like this...
[ She wants his dick so badly that she's finally willing to say his title correctly.
As good as the tip feels, it's simply not enough, she's a greedy girl that craves every inch of him. She hitches a breath, letting out a string of needy, terrible whines as he agonizingly pushes in a mere centimeter. Why is he being so difficult? If she had any rational thoughts left, it would dawn on her there was no way he'd be able to hold himself back any longer but she's both drunk and horny. The only thing running through her drunken mind is how much she desires his massive dick. Not even caring about how desperate she might appear, the impatient blonde starts rocking her hips in an attempt to coax him into sliding deeper inside her. Put it in! ]
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Finally, she can feel his head poking at her folds and she's beyond thrilled, bracing herself to be filled with him once again but... that moment doesn't seem to come to pass? The absolute audacity of this man! ]
Mm, is there a problem with that? I'd let you fuck me every single day if that's what your heart desires.
[ Although she didn't realize it at first, being with Tartaglia has unleashed a hurricane of lewd desires within her, causing her to accept that she is quite the degenerate at heart. If anything, she's quite proud of the idea of turning her beloved into a lecher. Whenever he wants it, she'll be happy to let him use her body in any way he pleases.
If he finally sticks it in that is! Hearing his obnoxious laugh causes her flushed face to gaze at him from over her shoulder, staring at him with an annoyed pout. ]
As if you have any room to talk about being unfair. Lord Tartaglia is being so mean teasing me like this...
[ She wants his dick so badly that she's finally willing to say his title correctly.
As good as the tip feels, it's simply not enough, she's a greedy girl that craves every inch of him. She hitches a breath, letting out a string of needy, terrible whines as he agonizingly pushes in a mere centimeter. Why is he being so difficult? If she had any rational thoughts left, it would dawn on her there was no way he'd be able to hold himself back any longer but she's both drunk and horny. The only thing running through her drunken mind is how much she desires his massive dick. Not even caring about how desperate she might appear, the impatient blonde starts rocking her hips in an attempt to coax him into sliding deeper inside her. Put it in! ]