" I will get pregnant. Do it! Do it!" Are you sure?" YES! I'm sure!!" Maybe we should wait?" he teases me some more, making me moan andshiver."No!" Wo...ldn't you like to sleep on it? Make sure you're absolutelycertain?" I am certain! Fuck me, James! Fuck me now!" I don't know..." Damn you," I growl, as I desperately grasp at his hips to pull himinto me, lost in a fog of need to have him fuck me. To have him shoothis seed into my unprotected womb. To have him give me a baby!!But James is strong -. A few more strokes and I could feel myself swell and get that tingle deep in my balls. I slowed a bit, but sunk deeper into her. I could feel the head of my cock against the inside of her now.Two or three more strokes to edge and increase the load and sensations and then I sun myself completely into her and let go.She could feel it and moaned and reached back and grabbed my hands to ensure I stayed inside her (like I was going to pull out now!).I was surprised: my cock just kept. " the Queen explained, "Separate rooms, a footman for a lover, why you need barely set eyes upon him."No," Greta insisted, "No!" Very well then," the Queen agreed, "I'll have the blacksmith make a brass copy of the statue's cock."The Queen swept from the room and Greta was left alone in Armen's room.She kicked a few garments around the floor flicked a cobweb or two and then sat on the bed.The bed was nice and soft so she slid under the covers, and before she knew it she felt nice and safe and. She wore high necked clothes and mid length frocks, hiding her unadulterated marking, people thought her a bible thumping convert, in truth she hid her sexual excesses, her markings and sexual decadency, her thin veil to the world, and the men who new better as she passed them walking with their own wives, sending her secret signals to them, yearning for more markings. Of course I was drawn into their excesses, as I watched men drop their facades and become vile over a beautiful nymphomaniac,.