Ros lay there like a vision carved from sin, a lush invitation sprawled prone across the quilted bedding. Pale as fresh cream, curves spilling in all the right places. Her full, heavy breasts pressed into the fabric. That fiery red hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a face made for wicked smiles, lips plump and parted. Hips wide, waist nipping in just enough to make a man's hands itch to grip, and that ass... Gods, it was a masterpiece of temptation.
He looked and breathed in need, the air thick with her scent. Musk and rosewater mingling with the day's heat.
Ros was all nude, prone on the bedding, feet closer to him than that fanned out red hair. Her squishy legs lay flat against the quilts, thighs thick and inviting, as she hoisted herself up on her elbows, back arching just enough to present that glorious rear like an offering to the Gods.
She looked back over her shoulder with a turn of her head, a big smirk curling those sinful lips, eyes sparkling with hunger. "Like what you see, my Lord?"
Wylis was already removing his tunic, fingers fumbling in haste, then yanking down his trousers to free the beast straining inside. "Can't be a man if I don't."
"Mm… Why wait then?" She teased in a sultry purr that sent heat straight to his throbbing cock.
Wylis looked down at himself, his shaft erect, jutting out proud and heavy, the effect she had on him undeniable. "Are you sure? I'm coated in sweat. Don't smell as good."
"Oh, that means we both can bathe in that tub afterward. You won't mind that, would you, my Lord?" Her words dripped like honey.
"No man would… Ros." Wylis was already crawling up onto the bed like a predator, his fat cock dangling thick and low between his thighs. As he prowled forward, he lowered his face and kissed the back of her creamy, soft thighs, so warm and yielding under his lips, tasting the faint salt of her skin. He kept kissing upwards, slow and intentional, mapping every inch of that pale terrain.
"Ummmm…" Ros moaned, her heavy breasts heaving with each breath, nipples dragging against the quilts as her body arched.
He kissed higher, finally pecking the fluffy swells of her ass; round as a ripe peach, so fucking soft they dimpled under his mouth like fresh dough. He kneaded them with rough hands, claws digging in just enough to leave faint marks, then spread them wide, exposing her glistening core. Simply mouth-watering.
Nestling his face down between those glorious cheeks, he licked her soaked pink petals with a long, filthy drag of his tongue, savoring the flood of her arousal.
Ros moaned, her body trembling, thighs quivering against his cheeks. "Oh~ Who taught you that, my Lord?"
Wylis chuckled low against her slick folds, not even pausing to reply. He licked a few more times, tracing her with the tip of his tongue until her pussy clenched in greed. His tongue slithered over her sensitive nub over and over, his hands feeling her body reacting in twitches. The thought of surprising a veteran whore excited him, impressing himself with a lewd thrill.
"Oh my lord! Please… More! Yes!" Ros couldn't control it. Never before had she felt this way from a man's mouth, let alone a lord. The filthiness of it all excited her.
Wylis finally stopped when he felt his cock urging him, throbbing and flexing for its chance. He finally came up for air, lips shiny with her essence. He kept climbing, his knees parting over her soft thighs wider, keeping them in helpless surrender as he claimed more space.
He dotted kisses along her back, the skin like silk under his mouth, drawing breathy giggles from her. Then he moved aside her red hair with gentle fingers and kissed her neck, down under her jawline in a trail of wet heat, and right then his cock fell flat between her thighs, throbbing hot against her dripping pussy, the swollen head nudging her folds apart.
"Mmmh… Let's… be fast, my lord," Ros moaned, pushing back against him with needy rolls of her hips. "The water won't stay warm forever."
"Aye, just my thought," he muttered between kisses on her doughy soft skin, nipping at the curve, his breath hot and ragged.
Ros herself raised her ass high, lewd and eager, shoving her own arm underneath her belly, between her legs, to grasp his throbbing flesh sword. Her fingers wrapped around the middle, aiming his cock at her entrance with a shaky grip. "Mmmmmmh… Just as… big as… our first time."
Wylis started pushing slowly, the fat crown opening her up with a moist, obscene stretch. He kissed her neck the entire time, teeth grazing her pulse.
Ros had a different kind of exoticness; sultry, gorgeous, her body ripe, hips wide, breasts heavy and swaying, willing to bear him babes with that fertile swell. But they were waiting for Wenda to deliver first, then he could fill her up to the brim. The thought only stoked his fire as he inched deeper.
"Oooooh! You are soo… oh-much! … I want it all, m'lord!" She cried out as her lower lips were stretched wide to the limit, velvet walls gripping like a fist around his invading girth. The burn of it sent jolts of pleasure-pain through her core that made her toes curl and her back bow.
Wylis chuckled a breath and shoved the rest of his cock, entirely, hilt deep with a single, brutal thrust that buried him to the root.
They'd fucked many times, so she was used to his size by now. Her body remembered the shape of him like a well-worn glove, but that didn't mean she was used to that stretch. The way he ripped her open like a virgin all over again, his throbbing girth splitting her soaked walls apart until the blunt tip kissed her cervix with a deep, insistent press, and then some.
"It's burning in my… belly!" Ros cried out, gulping down air like a drowning woman.
Yet, her body loved it far too much; her hips bucked back instinctively for more. She fully fell flat against the bedding, no longer using her elbows to prop herself up, surrendering completely as her body melted under the overwhelming force, cheeks pressed into the quilts.
Wylis slid one thick biceps under her neck, his muscle flexing like iron as he pulled her face up, sideways toward him. There, he kissed her like a wild beast, his tongue devouring her mouth greedily. His cock invaded all the depth she had to offer, plowing her core with slow rolls that made her inner muscles flutter around him.
Plap! Plap!
Her cushiony ass was so soft that he bounced off it with each downward drive, denting in like pillows under his hips. Oh, how he loved grinding down with hard plunges, the friction exquisite as her tight, molten pussy gripped him.
Slick and clenching in rhythmic pulses that milked every vein along his shaft. Her involuntary squeezes made it so much more intense, like her pussy was alive and hungry, drawing him deeper with greedy tugs.
There was no need to hold back. It was meant to be quick, but he loved every fucking second of it. The way her body yielded and fought all at once, her moans vibrating against his skin as he claimed her without mercy.
Wylis smothered her lips with his own, sealing in her cries and stopping her from being too loud, his tongue invading her mouth in time with his thrusts. He started to mindlessly fuck her down into the bedding, hips pistoning like a machine, driving her deeper into the quilts with each savage slam.
Plap! Squelch! Plap!
The squirting sounds echoed wet and obscene, like her pussy was gasping for breath around his invading cock.
Her ass jiggled with every impact. The pale cheeks turned flushed red, blooming like slapped fruit under his pounding, the sight alone making his balls tighten with need.
Wylis's other arm slid under one breast, fingers splaying wide to capture the heavy globe. His palms greedily kneaded and molded her swell like dough.
Ros couldn't hold it any longer. Her toes curled tight, feet stretching straight, thighs writhing in helpless spasms as she erupted in a river of slick heat. Her cunt flooded around his cock in violent contractions. All the while, she felt Wylis fucking her love tunnel loose, stretching her wider with each thrust, turning her into a mindless puddle.
"Oohh~ Gods!" she moaned, raw and broken, tongue lolling out that the big lord kissed and sucked into his mouth like candy.
"Ugh… Time for the bath-uh!"
Wylis rammed in balls deep with one, hard plunge.
Pleasure burst through every vein in his body, his cock erupting in a messy torrent of heat. Sloppy ropes of sticky cream blasted like a geyser into her depths, viscous and scalding, filling her until it overflowed down her thighs. His balls churned out load after load, so much that it sloshed audibly with his final twitches, painting her insides in his molten wax.
"Can't wait… to bear the fruit of this… warmth soon," Ros mumbled, blushing. It had been so long since she quit her old profession that to her, Wylis was the only man.
Wylis kissed her neck and moved off of her, pulling back. He looked and gods, it was so beautiful. He was tempted to try her other entry, but postponed it. For now, he relished the sight of her red, puffy pussy glazed with his white cream.
"Soon, Ros. Very soon. Now, let's get ourselves cleaned."
He helped the sore woman to her feet. Both of them wiped themselves first with a wet cloth and then settled down inside the large wooden tub. Since it was made for Wylis, it was naturally large. Hence, enough space for Ros to sit down in front of him, lean her back into his chest, and his hands to explore.
Ugh… I'm turning into a horndog.
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