Aghhh!! Shit!! Haaaaa!!
Keeping in mind that she had been well around the block, though at the mont I had no agenda beyond enjoying the pleasure of her pussy, her moans and the contortions of her tall form, for my ego, I made sure I was a fuck she would never forget and forever fantasise.
Lying naked on the bed, her back to the mattress, while my cock moved in and out of her snatch, Prisca rested her long, smooth legs on my shoulder.
Leaning forward so my arms and hard chiselled chest were over her, I put both my hands around my neck,
My thumbs slightly pressed down, giving her pipe just enough room and looking her in the eye, I ploughed.
Hmm!! Hnghrr!! Hnnngghh!!
When we started in this position, the depth which my dick reached had her cursing, french lines I knew not their aning, leaving her mouth.
As the seconds passed, her senses were overloaded, her face went red, spit leaking from the corners of her mouth and now all that ca from between her lips was gibberish and groans.
Hnggh!! Hngghh!!
Prisca’s hands alternated between running across my triceps and feeling the hardness of my chest. At tis, she placed her hands on my hips and pushed in an effort to reduce penetration, her head swinging left and right.
Sluck!!
Sluck!!
Did I forget that the designer’s cunt was like that of a slut. Not that it was loose and lacked contraction, but it dripped so damn well, never running out of lube.
Above her, I grunted as I smacked my pelvis on her thighs, the sounds that rang out not just from our genitalia colliding, but our flesh also eting, tuning up the fire in .
To ease her suffering, I initially kept my thrusts slow, but as the minutes passed, the flas in roaring to new heights, I turned it up, each hit making the bed squeak and Prisca squeal.
Urghhh!! Urghhh!!
More power to my movent, the pleasure which ran through my body intensified, a new chemical making its way to my brain.
Paa!!
Paa!!
My hands tightened as I got lost in the pleasure, letting the lust consu , but then Prisca’s cunt tightened, my movents needing a bit more effort...
Just when I expected the loudest of sounds, silence dominated.
"She’s passed out."
Slowly opening my eyes, I confird the spoken words from my side and released my hand from around the designer’s neck.
"Her body was already struggling to handle her heavily excited nerves, now with the limited oxygen she was receiving, her climax was the breaking point.
You were basically asking for this." The voice disparaged .
Letting out a sigh, I pulled out of Prisca’s warm snatch, a narrow trail of liquid coming out and disappearing down her butt crack.
I turned to Lucy who was staring at the gaping hole between her ntor’s legs, watching as it spasd, wanting to contract but not yet having the strength to.
Getting off the bed, I approached a high table opposite, uncorked a bottle of scotch and poured myself a drink.
As I drank, I turned and watched as Lucy walked to the bed, got on it and kneeling beside, closely observe Prisca’s most private part.
The girl put her middle finger in the designer hole, her eyes widening as she found she needed three more to aningfully touch both sides.
The young woman spread her fingers apart a few tis, chuckling as squelches rang out, then she traced her finger over the clit, rubbing and slightly pinching the little poking hardness there.
To end her short adventure, Lucy fingered Prisca for more than a minute, then looked at , muffling a chuckle.
Her curiosity satisfied, she crawled to the edge of the bed and knowing that she had my attention, her feet delicately ca down to the floor, and she beautifully walked over to .
The state of her body no different from Prisca’s, her bountiful lons swollen and jiggling left and right, Lucy put a hypnotic sway to her hips.
"How was that?" She asked, her hands imdiately finding their way to my chest, roaming over it.
"I loved it, especially when you ca down the bed."
Lucy glead, a bright smile on her face and taking her hands down to my cock, she began stroking using the lubrication from my latest conquest.
Today was our last in Paris, and with Lucy and Prisca, we had engaged in a threeso.
We started around 8 pm, and now it was 1 am.
With Lucy eating up most of the ti, Prisca had done well, lasting so far into the session, but inevitably, the fatigue hit and she was out.
Now it was just and my blonde blood drinker, and from the look in her eyes, she wasn’t satisfied.
Her gaze harbouring intense lust, Lucy dropped to her knees, going eye level with my dick, and staring at its mushroom head, she extended her tongue and gave a lick.
Maybe it ca with being an evolved creature and Royal blood, but Lucy learnt fast.
I knew she drank up whatever lesson Prisca had taught her within this period, because her every move was reminiscent of the designer.
Her fashion sense tilted in the designer’s direction and I would have been worried about how much she mimicked her if not for the constant validation I saw in her eyes.
Lucy wanted her daddy to love what she did. Even now, as she locked her lips around my dick and began moving her head, she looked at expectantly, relief flooding her as I put my hand on her head and traced my fingers over her scalp.
"Naughty girl.
You just can’t have enough of daddy’s dick, ehh."
Initiating a sucking force, Lucy pulled her head back from my dick, a ’pop’ ringing out and with dripping lips she spoke.
"Can I sleep with your dick in my mouth?"
"Sure, but where did you get that idea?"
"It’s one of the random things Prisca said while you fucked her."
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