<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 had not helped Adelaide undressing him or herself and he was laying there cozily on her bed, looking at her hot body through half-closed lids. She was really a curvy young thing and this view normally would wake up dead. But Leon was pretending to be half asleep and his dick wasn't dead, even if the stiffness could be mistaken for rigor mortis.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Oh, you wanna go to sleep too? That's quite the teasing underwear you are wearing, are you expecting soem visitors tonight, you want to seduce? Ah, maybe you hoped that some men came looking for you to protect of the bad Leon, now that we are enemies."</span><br/><br/>His hand had moved over her inner thigh and his finger was now brushing lightly over the thin fabric of her panty. He was curious what she would do with him, but she had no idea what the night would bring.</div>