- What are you? Do you know how many applicants for the hand of Rainbow Maid of honor? Here Yellow recently married Lluir, prince of the Amber Mountains. She told me about her first night, everything told everything ... What did we stop at? So take off your clothes, Yhorr!

- And if they come back? - Igor asked, feeling the mint chill in the stomach.

- Do not go. However, you are right, - the princess went to the wall and typed some code on the matte panel. Red light flashed. “Now nobody will come to us, not even the commandant, the first person in Gangiolan after me ... Did you hear me, Yhorr?” Or is the understanding again spoiled?

“Igor, not Yihorr,” Igor muttered, taking off his T-shirt.

- I say: Yihorr ... O heaven, o stars! You are covered with wool like a mountain goat ...

- Well, thank you!

- If you are not a mechanic, then where are you from, so huge and hairy? The people of Kaura are completely different, stunted, like children ...

- A flag in their hands and a drum around his neck.

- What kind of drum? ... Can I touch it? - asked the princess, forgetting that Igor was her slave, and timidly touched the fur on his stomach.

- It is possible, if it is careful, - said Igor, pleasing from the goosebumps.

- Am I careful enough?

“Yes,” he said, barely breathing.

It was as if he had been wrapped in a cocoon of pure hot caress, from which his breath had suddenly risen and his head was spinning ...

“I never thought,” whispered pink lips, “never thought that ... However, it doesn't matter.” Undress further!

- Maybe we should not? You certainly can not ... How old are you?

The princess wanted to say something, but she didn’t say anything and began to pant with Igor’s pants.

- What kind of clothes are you? - She mumbled, fighting with a belt. - I have never seen such ...

It was impossible to resist, and Igor unbuckled the buckle. The princess awkwardly pulled off his pants along with his underpants. From there jumped out, like Vanka-vstanka, a stone riser.

Igor chilled wave.

“And ... you can ...” this time the princess could not even finish speaking.

Igor nodded, and her hands slowly approached his household.

This place knew quite a few female hands, but not one of them pulled out of the sweet trembling from Igoratakoy. The timid, sliding touches, fear and amazement of the mistress, who had penetrated into the forbidden hall, her lust, which so far had no effect on herself, but was felt in the air like the scent of blossoming apple trees ... either Igor felt, staring at the princess's pink cheeks just as she was staring at his eggs ...

- And then the wool - she giggled a bass (her voice came down somewhere in the chest basement).

- Isn't it growing?

The princess did not answer, continuing to feel and stroke his gun. Igor followed the approach of the mouth to the cherished tip, not daring to breathe, and was surprised at how everything goes by itself, as if an invisible conductor controls them ...

“Yyyu,” he gasped out when hot lips and tongue stuck around him. - Wow, ahhh! - he moaned, unable to restrain himself any longer, and watched the princess grow mad at his moans and swallowed elda entirely, crushing greedy fingers of the egg.

For a moment - and Igor squeezed his tender head with his hands, putting it on his dick, and growled, growled like a hungry dragon, and the princess choked on his sperm that burned through ...

She coughed for a long time, looking dullly at Igor. He sat down on the floor and closed his eyes.

“What ... is this ... was it? ..." she asked hoarsely, like an old gypsy woman. Not a trace remained from the ringing childish voice.

- Cum, - muttered Igor, without opening his eyes.

- She's so nasty ...

“Have you seen someone do this?”

- Yes...

- Who?

- Mama...

- Dad?

- No ... One ... I accidentally peeped ... Then at night I dreamed of such ... Yyyy! - the princess howled like all the girls, when they remember something awkward.

But Igor could not stop. (What to do - he was just a man, and less than that - just a man.)

- Now you.

- What am I?

- Undress. Your turn.

- What are you? - re-cut voice.- No man is allowed to see the nakedness of the heavenly princess!

- None but me.

“How dare you ...” said the princess. It did not sound haughty, but pleadingly, even pleadingly.

- Probably, you are still small, and you are afraid to disappoint me?

“How are you ... you ..." the princess gasped. Having jumped, she gave Igor a slap in the face, strong to fainting, then another, and another, and another.

He wanted to grab her, but the princess bounced off and raised her hand with the bracelet. Her eyes sparkled like black lightning.

Igor experienced several indescribable moments.

... But the princess lowered her hand.

“Judge for yourself,” she said, swallowing tears. She slowly wriggled out of her motley cloth.

Once again, Igor went cold. The fragile, touching, shameful body of the princess bent in front of him in chilly first-exposure chicks. Small breasts shyly looked in different directions, as if they were turning away from Igor. Below, she grew pink and watered as tender as spring buds, the gap burning from his gaze. Not a single hair grew around. The princess’s slender torso was pristine clean — no tattoos or piercings; patterns went down from head to shoulders, reached elbows on hands, knees on legs. Small, defenseless nipples were exactly like rubies in her skin ...

Igor has risen.

“I've never seen anything more beautiful,” he said, realizing in time what needed to be said. (However, he did not lie half a penny.)

Princess sobbing. Igor crawled to her lap (at that moment he really felt like her slave), looked into his eyes like a dog ...

“Don't,” the princess asked plaintively.

He glanced at her again and pressed his mouth to the forbidden gap.

“Don't ... need ... I ... I ... order you ..." the princess mumbled. Igor licked her, clasping her buttocks, springing under the fingers, and she squirmed in his hands like a little fish and whimpered. If he lowered his hands - she would have fallen to the floor ...

The crack was bitter glue. Igor was sucked into her mouth, swollen from salt, until he felt that the princess was on the verge.

His huge stake again rammed the air ... Having made up his mind, Igor threw a fragile creature on the floor, whimpering with horror and lust, and slowly, not to hurt, press himself inward, feeling the sticky little ring tighten it and absorb it.