I am 6'2''. Mixed white and Mediterranean. Green eyes. Thin but athletic build. Not much to look at but I suppose I cold be worse off. She is a sprint...r, I am a distance runner. We sit in silence a few more minutes.She finally breaks. "I can't wait anymore, fuck it." She says. She undoes her seat belt and dives over the center console, getting on top of me. She kisses me. I undo my seat belt as well and recline in the passenger seat of the car. The sun had set. It was dark. I take off her. I saw this girl dancing, walked up to her and started making out. She was way into it. She whispered in my ear that she wanted to go back to my room.We got back to my room and one of my mates was passed out on my couch. She didn't care and started to unbuckle my pants. She dropped down, pulled out my cock and started to suck me off.At first I didn't think I would be able to get it up with all the booze and my mate in the room, but she was really good. It wasn't long before I was stiff as a. Not two strides behind, Miryam pounced, landing astride the young lad with a spirited laugh.Clangs of the evening bell signaled that the main gate would soon close, the wall surrounding the castle secured for the night; thereafter, entrance and departure would be debarred until daybreak.Miryam was on the proper side of the wall. Ivan was not. As a daughter of the chief magistrate, her home was the stately tower a stone's throw behind her. As a son of a farm and livestock laborer, his home was. I started to pull out, but she fiercely held me back. “I want more,” she groaned, desperately trying to catch her breath. “I want to have sex with you in every… possible… position…” The lust in her breathing drove me wild, and I promptly rolled us both back into a sitting position, her straddling my lap, me buried deep inside her. I shoved my hands beneath her soft, healthy buttocks and lifted her up, gently bouncing her body on mine. “Oh yeah…” she moaned, throwing her head back and thrusting.