a heavy exhalation and a low moan. Rising, she froze for a moment at the top point, after which she slumped again on her lover. Dairen's fingers squeezed the rounded buttocks, plunging into the elastic flesh. Leaning forward — so that the nipples translucent through the dress almost touched the male breast — Elissa smiled broadly and began to increase the pace of the movements.

She truly loved those moments. To be a winner, to feel one's own - even if it is playful and not cruel - is power over a man and get pleasure instead of him, but for herself - after all, no matter how cool, she is above both literally and figuratively.

By a long time known to her, Elissa understood that the peak of pleasure was near. Strong thighs, half covered with a dress, more and more often fell on the stone-hard phallus. The girl threw back her head and slightly bit her lip - now, almost here! - without noticing that the lover's palms have moved from her ass to her wrists ...

Another moan broke into a squeak when Dairen tore off the girl's hands from the feather bed, brought them down in front of him, clasping it with iron fingers, and sat down abruptly, being face to face with Elissa. The confused girl did not have time to react and paid for it. Another jerk - and a proud warrior flattened herself on the pillows, and the man, who slid sideways, was behind her. There was a crackle of torn cloth, and crumpled blue silk flew into the corner of the room.

Elissa threw herself up, trying to reason with an impudent one, but suddenly found that the hand that clasped her lower abdomen holds firmly and firmly. The only result of the attempt to free itself is the second hand of her lover, firmly grasping her above the elbow, and then, slipping under him, she squeezed the other girl's hand, holding them tightly behind her back.

- You ... what are you doing ?! - breathed out Elissa, completely forgetting about secular propriety.

Male hand without visible effort lifted her from the feather bed and brought in a vertical position.

“I don’t like to learn history, my lady,” sounded over my ear, “because I prefer to write it myself.”

With the last word, she was again pierced to its full length. Instead of another outraged exclamation, a squeak broke from the lips of a girl. The second hand, leaving her hips, stretched to the elastic bust, finally freed from the dress. The girl could not hold back a moan when her fingers crushed her delicate chest, after which she squeezed her nipple lightly.

Elissa rushed again - to no avail. Dayren continued to burst into her, not paying the slightest attention to the girl's efforts. How dare he? New jerk has no effect. The son of some lousy banna has her, daughter of Teirn, as if ... Another jerk was rewarded except with a ringing slap on the ass. Elissa hissed with rage and tried to dig her nails into the man’s side — only a short chuckle came from behind.

For the first time, the proud daughter of Bryce Kuslanda felt at the mercy of a man, and this was not the only new sensation. Along with the boiling anger inside, something even hotter and stronger was rising, growing with every thrust from behind and ready to overwhelm her with her head. Elissa twitched again, again, and again, but weaker - the forces seemed to leave the trained body. What is it with her ?!

Dairen's fingers suddenly opened, and the girl again flopped her face into the pillows. Lifting herself up on her elbows, she glanced back. Creator, how beautiful he is! Now, when the muscles repeatedly threw the body back and forth, the hot muscled torso, lined with sweat, looked much more beautiful than calm and relaxed under it.The left palm lay on her ass with the imperious gesture of the winner, claiming her rights to legal booty. Prey ?! Is it for her? M-git! Elissa tried to rise, leaning on the palm of her hand, but she barely managed to do it, as Dairen’s second hand sank into her hair and, with one neat but decisive movement, gathered them into a knot and pulled over.

The girl threw back her head, feeling long hoarse moans flying from her lips against her will. The lover's fingers gradually migrated from the ass to the lower abdomen and slowly crawled below, approaching the center of pleasure. Elissa frantically twitched, realizing that with the very first touch, the will to resist would completely leave her. Not! No! She is a noble lady, a warrior, and will not enjoy the fact that she herself has some sort of ... sure ... Yes ... what ... well ... uh ... that ... that ... and ... and! Aaaa!

Elissa howled at the unbearably thrill of her. The world has scattered into a myriad of fragments, vaguely familiar separately, but in no way evolving into a single picture. She did not feel how her hands had broken and she fell on her chest, did not feel how a large shiver was pounding her; even a hot male body that piled on her and ramming an obligingly opened womb time after time existed only somewhere on the verge of perception. Dairen roared fiercely, pulled wide thighs at himself and filled the orgasmic girl with his seed. After several deep breaths and exhalations, the guy looked at the result of his work with a satisfied look and settled down next to him, rolling onto his back.

The world gradually acquired integrity, and, with the return of the universe to its place, sweet languor spread throughout the body. Elissa lazily fidgeted on the crumpled sheets, enjoying the sensations, and after some thirty seconds she was able to formulate the first clear thought.

She has to repeat it. Now same. Now. Immediately.

As if in response to this thought, a male hand lay on the buttock with a confident masterful gesture. The girl purred and, pulling out her ass, leaned toward her, but her hand disappeared, barely touching an attractive curve. Elissa made an inarticulate indignant sound and turned sharply, meeting Dairen’s gaze.

“I just thought that suddenly family pride would leap up on you again,” he explained with a kind of embodied innocence.

Thin fingers closed on a male bony wrist and returned the desired hand to the position it was given.

“Some people,” Elissa smiled, shaking her head, “history teaches nothing.”