The conversation stopped as they looked at the new arrivals. “I have brought Kran – a disgraced Green Guard, but a Green Guard nevertheless, and C...ptain Migros, you know. What are you thinking, my love?” Lady Benethia was betrothed to a boy five years younger than her own twenty years, she was well-born, obedient, proud, stubborn ... and somewhat more intelligent than many of the stuck-up bitches who roamed the court looking to snare a husband. She had no more love for the new king than she did. I spit in my empty hand and reached around to stroke his hard length with both hands, speeding up and slowing down as he moved his fingers in and out of my pussy. “I want to be inside you,” he whispered, sucking and biting gently on my neck. I let go of his stiff cock and lifted my skirt up around my waist, pushing my soaked panties down around my knees. I felt him pushing his pants and boxers down, and I moaned when he put his fingers back inside me again. He pulled his wet fingers out of. In spiaggia mi guardavano tutti e prima che mia madre mi obbligasse a mettere il reggiseno, anche gli adulti furtivamente mi osservavano. Io ero ancora ingenua per la mia età e se considerate che stiamo parlando degli anni '90, quando ancora esisteva l'innocenza nelle ragazzine (non come quelle di oggi che sono già mezze puttanelle) e nei ragazzi, capirete che vedere delle tette, anche se molto giovani, suscitava interesse e curiosità!Mi ricordo che in spiaggia ero sempre quella più ricercata. Into my mind came the memory of being struck twice in the same place, and Andrew's voice, reminding me not to move. My eyes fluttered closed and I cooed as I brushed my fingertips along the ridge. I'd had lots of these before. I didn't mind. They were only tiny and didn't last long. I actually liked them.Why did I like being 'marked'?The reason I didn't tell my vanilla friends the details of my relationship with Andrew was because they would confuse what we did with physical abuse. As might any.