- Mmffffff... – she continued to blow my dick. – Come here to get fucked. She mumbled. - You can get undressed now. Keeping stockings, she lay...d down and spread her legs. Got ready for dick. I always wondered who fucks these pussycats. It was more clear to me now: just who really wants. I hammered my big cock deep and began to fuck her slowly. She wasn’t aware – this will take a while. I was doing her with extreme pleasure. Threw her left – wright all over the bed. Then I took her. ”“I don’t even own anything fancy enough to wear to a Royal Wedding,” I laughed. It wasn’t as if I had a reason to wear something like that before now. Clan marriages were simply announced the day after the marriage was consummated.The King continued on to the head table. I found Karela and sat next to her. I whispered to her that Queen Sevva wanted me to escort her down the aisle and to offer her hand in marriage.“Really?” she whispered back excitedly. “It will probably be a good thing to be. At moments, she could smell the aroma of her sex when the wind stirred just so. This heightened her blissful misery. It felt so odd. Marcie had never touched herself down there; in fact, she had never even thought about her body or entertained thoughts of sex. She attempted with some success to put all such thoughts out of her mind and concentrated on the lovely pastoral scenes passing by. The weekend passed quickly. Her grandmother was so gentle, loving and sweet that Marcie felt ashamed of. I tried tocalm down. Took some deep breaths. I tried to thinkabout tonight, remembering Annette. Be calm, professional I told myself. Butthe scenario kept playing out in my mind. Couples sitting,drinking, having a good time, and waiting to see me, naked and openly exposed.Serving them like a common slut working in a titty-bar. Oh God, was I going to be spanked tonight? I had forgottenabout that. Was I going to have to stand in front of them and explore my nakedbody in a sexual way, masturbating.