<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #8080FF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-weight: bold">Leon Aeide</span></span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-weight: bold">The eldest son of the Earl of Eastshire</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/1a5b9afe-0161-4354-bc75-a3a3c40a5d28_zps38f9d31e.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Leon chuckled and he tried to answer her, even if it was kind of difficult as her grinding on his dick made him moan and pant hard. Damn, this girl was really exactly what he had needed. If he would have met her years ago he would have probably never started raping. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"I never expected....you to be happy...oh, damn you are so tight....about the prospect of me....ohhhh...marrying the Queen...Neither would I vice versa."</span><br/><br/>His hands had squeezed her heavy breasts and he pinched her hard nipples, while he rammed her harder. Either Adelaide was a natural talent or she had indeed taken some lessons in a whorehouse. He could feel her muscles squeeze his dick and with that treatment he wouldn't last long. But as she was so narrow and hot, he believed that she wouldn't be able to last long too. Not with him filling her like that.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"In the moment it is still far away....No idea if she ever falls for me...but you know, I have...talents. But being good friends...would already help us a lot...and who knows, maybe she isn't...the worst Queen and we can advise her....I guess we have to....wait and see...and...ahhh damn..."</span><br/><br/>Leon stopped talking when Adelaide had shifted her position and from her suddenly wide open eyes and her heavy panting he knew that he was hitting some spot inside her that was giving her an awfully good time.</div>