Young Ursula was to marry Rupprecht of Berlingen, heir to the Count of Berlingen. It was a rather hastily arranged marriage, for Ursula was considered...as somewhat compromised by the events in Rome. Nobody would openly question that her virtue was intact, but the hidden innuendoes had hurt her reputation nonetheless.The bridegroom, the Isebrands learned, was also hurt by rumours. He was over thirty and had never been married. That would have been forgiven, but he had not sired any children at. He snapped his fingers and pointed at the floor. She knelt, reached her hand to his cock, took his flaccid pecker in her soft, small hands, rubbed him. he glared into my eyes, this evil smirk on his face.“Show your useless, boy bitch how to suck.”While she worked on his limp cock, he took her blouse in his hands and tore the fabric from her body in two quick jerks. Leaning into him, my wife rubbed her firm, tiny breasts against his black dick. Moving her small mounds against the hot flesh of. ...get over hear." He helped her up, pulling her into his arms, whispering "thank you" into her ear, before kissing her passionately on the lips. He tasted a salty tang on her exploring tongue, but didn't give a fuck about that. He'd tasted his own cum before and wasn't fazed by it. He pulled her tightly into him, exploring her lovely firm arse as he went. His cock dissapeared between her legs and he could feel her riding along his cock as if it was a men's bicycle cross bar. "You gonna fuck. "It's a by-product of the favor you asked me for two days ago." I replied. Right now you're asking yourself what the hell kind of favor results in the creation of what is basically super sex juice. Trust me, we'll get to that in just a moment. Now let me take a moment to talk about Wendy, because when she isn't about to end life as we know it, she really is a sweet girl. I grew up in DC, but when I got interested in chemistry, I transfered to San Francisco to join a more advanced program. I was.