<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 and Adelaide had not much sleep. They had fucked like rabbits half of the night, before collapsing exhausted on the sheets and falling into a dreamless sleep. But even the few hours had rejuvenated Leon, when he woke with the first rays of the sun falling into his eyes. He looked to the sleeping form of the beautiful young lady next to him. He knew that he was completely addicted to her and that she probably felt the same for him. Pulling back the sheet they had barely managed to pull over them last night, his eyes took in all her beauty. Her narrow waist, her curvy hips, the big breasts, her slender neck and the cum caked bush between her legs. He had a morning hard-on, but even if he had none, he would been hard by now. <br/><br/>Leon rolled on top of her, his knees spreading her legs, while he started to kiss her awake, his hands fondling with her breast. When Adelaide opened her eyes with a shocked expression, that immediately disappeared once she recognised him, he smiled at her.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Good morning, love. I hope you recovered a little and you are ready for some good morning sparring."</span><br/><br/>Leon moved his hips a little forward and his dick went an inch into her hole, waiting there for her arousal to build up.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"I think, we shouldn't do that every night. Or nights are a little bit short, honey."</span></div>