Eleanor has lived her entire life being pampered in a spacious manor in London, England. Though she wants for no physical possessions, her heart aches...for a freedom that thus far has been denied to her. After all, an English noblewoman has expectations, and hers' come in the form of a young man named Charles Tarell. Charles Tarell is Eleanor's betrothed, and is the eldest son of a wealthy member of the East India Company. Their betrothal is meant to seal a partnership between their fathers,. He tugged at my arm and signaled her with his eyes. We walked over to the bar area and sat down next to her. She was about 5’7, curvy, huge breasts, and long red hair. Cute you could tell by her demeanor that she would be a fun one! I sat down on the bar stool and bumped into her. “Ay, I’m sorry, honey!” I apologized while I rubbed her back. She immediately tensed up and said “That’s ok, don’t worry about it.” “Let us buy you a drink sweetie. I. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he was mostly buried inside of her, the head of his cock just slightly nudging her cervix. He still had another inch or two of shaft, which he knew her pretty pussy could take, she just wasn't warmed up yet. And despite his desire to hurt her, he didn't want to actually injure her."Oh, fuck, Kei, you feel so fucking good." He withdrew slowly and pressed back in just as carefully. Slowly, oh so slowly he continued his gentle rocking motion, feeling her. " I was like "Good, wanna hang out?" She said she wants to really bad. I got really horny. I wasn't going to jerk that night because I wanted to jizz a lot when I needed to the next day. I went to bed as horny as fuck. I wake up the next day and immediatley call her. She said "Stop at 7-11 and pick up a condom on your way here." I took a shower and left my house. I went to 7-11 and bought a Trojan condom. I went to her house and called her again. She came out and we went for a walk. We went.