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Chapter 7 Part 1: The Count's Passion
In a luxurious room.
On a snow-white bed.
A peerless beauty with fair skin and a lovely face straddled the lap of a handsome man, her legs wrapped in white silk stockings spread slightly.
Anna lifted her pretty face, turned back, and pressed her lips tightly to his, tongues entwining as they kissed with wet, smacking sounds.
Morgan released Anna's small mouth for a moment; seeing her flushed face and breathless, sultry look, the rod at his loins stiffened even more.
With a movement of his arm, he wrapped around Anna's delicate body from behind, clasping her thighs at their roots, his hands circling just below her knees.
He pulled her in slightly tighter.
Anna cried out softly and instinctively leaned back against the man's broad chest. Morgan's thick rod stood upright, poised at the soft, bare-white entrance before Anna's pink, pure flower.
Grinning smugly, he made a slight adjustment and lined his shaft to her rosy lips.
"Ah… it's so hot… mm… no, you can't!"
Anna shook her head and looked back at him pitifully.
Morgan burst out laughing, hugging the bends of Anna's legs so her thighs pressed together, making her peach-like hips even more enticing.
His thick rod slid along the delicate pink petals of her sex, its scorching heat and hard mass grinding back and forth over her.
Now and then, the glans would nudge her clitoris, testing to press in.
Anna trembled, shaking her head sharply. "No don't Lord Morgan, you mustn't!"
Though their sexes merely kept touching, Anna involuntarily began to respond.
Her pink lips soon turned slick; a clear sheen wet the bulging veins along Morgan's shaft and glazed the glans.
Seeing that, Morgan knew it was time to enter.
He tightened his arms, moved her forward, and laid Anna on the bed, raising her hips and positioning her on all fours before him.
He gripped his enormous shaft and pressed it to the wet entrance of her delicate flower.
"Anna, I'm going in!"
"Mm no ahhhhh!"
Morgan thrust his hips, the thick glans instantly parting her pale-pink lips and stretching the tight little ring as wide as it could go.
"Ah!"
Anna covered her mouth and looked back at him in disbelief.
It was in!
How could something that thick enter?
She felt her lower body forced wide by the huge, searing rod, her delicate form trembling.
He wasn't done.
Morgan withdrew the glans and drove in again. After a few strokes, his shaft, slick with her moisture, surged forward.
Schlp!
With a single wet sound
Fully half of the twenty-five-centimeter, baby-forearm-thick shaft drove inside!
Anna threw back her white throat with a shriek.
"Ah! Ah!!! Mm… it… it's in… so thick… ah… too big!"
Morgan admired her teary face, gripped her slim waist, and, in a "pushcart" posture, thrust rhythmically. The large glans domineeringly parted her pink entrance, driving inward.
The clear fluid seeping from the slit of the glans mixed with Anna's inner juices, making the strokes even smoother.
After dozens of thrusts, Anna could no longer help moaning; she clutched the sheets, trembling with each intrusion, her pretty face flushed.
Morgan's movements deftly explored Anna's body, his huge glans pressing deeper.
When it brushed a thin membrane, he grunted and thrust hard.
Smack Morgan's hips slapped against Anna's snowy, upturned buttocks.
That pure, fragile barrier could not withstand such a formidable organ.
The adorable Anna let out a cry, raised her neck, then went limp and collapsed onto the bed.
Anna's maidenhood was broken at last.
Morgan, excited, began a pattern of shallow strokes and deep plunges.
His thick, dark shaft, glazed in clear fluid, slid in and out of the pink passage.
The two pale lips, with each thrust, turned slightly outward and in again, petal-like, clinging and releasing.
This was a fevered, abnormal bout of lovemaking.
After a while, Anna gave a soft whimper and finally settled into the rhythm.
Her passage adapted to Morgan's massive rod; their coupling grew more harmonious.
"Ah… mm… ah too big… Lord Morgan… gentler please…"
"Ah…"
…
"Ah… ah! Mmm ah!"
"So strange Anna's getting stranger… mm… so full…"
With such a magnificent rod ravaging her, driving and withdrawing, Anna couldn't help it she moaned sweetly and twisted her slender waist under the rhythm.
Morgan, delighted by her cuteness, instinctively sped up, his hips hammering like a pile driver against Anna's snowy, peach-like hips.
Slap!
Slap! Slap!
"Ah… mm so amazing… Lord Morgan thrusts so well!"
Anna murmured in excitement, and Morgan tore away her evening dress.
Cupping the prime peach of her rear with both hands, he launched another charge.
The thick shaft sank to the root with each plunge; withdrawal drew out strings of clear fluid.
As he worked her harder, Anna's full breasts swung wildly before her chest, waves of heat rolling across her dewy skin.
Morgan, heat flaring in his eyes, grabbed both breasts and kneaded them madly.
He pinched her pink nipples with practiced skill, kneading without too much or too little force, even as his pelvis pumped on, slamming deeply into her.
The thick, dark rod drove perfectly into the deepest part of her flower.
The tight passage had been forced open to its limit, molded to fit him.
"Oh, so good!"
"Anna, you're truly top-tier so tight!"
"And such a beautiful smooth mound a perfect, cute little white-tiger peach!"
"I can't too good I'm going to come!"
"Ah… ah! So thick no don't don't release inside mm my lord, spare me! Ahhhh!"
Morgan braced his hips, the entire twenty-five-centimeter shaft pistoning at breakneck pace for hundreds of strokes; then he lunged.
The huge, dark rod, buried to the root, the glans pressed to Anna's pure cervix unleashed.
"Ah… I'm coming! Anna bear my child!"
Anna's body jolted; she raised her head with a joyous cry.
She felt pulses of scalding heat batter her deepest place; the swelling, twitching shaft stuffing her passage felt even thicker for a moment.
Morgan's seed spilled freely into her, hot enough to turn her eyes dreamy.
Holding her upturned hips, Morgan released for nearly a minute, then sighed in satisfaction, draping himself over her back to kiss her cheek.
Anna bit her finger and lay pliantly.
She still hadn't recovered from the lovemaking.
Her first time so hard to imagine had been with a man like Morgan, and she wouldn't forget it for the rest of her life.
At this moment, as a girl, Anna had been brought across the threshold of womanhood by a powerful noble.
Morgan kissed her cheek a few more times, then slowly drew back.
With a soft pop, his still-iron-hard organ slid free from Anna's smooth, pale flower.
Anna shivered again.
The entrance, stretched to its limit, slowly tightened back toward its former snugness.
Milky fluid oozed naturally from the wet, delicate opening
Dripping onto the sheets.
The air was rich with the scent of lovemaking.
Staring at the mesmerizing sight of that prime, white-tiger flower slowly spilling milky traces, Morgan's rod throbbed twice more.
He wanted her again.
What to do?
Heh continue, of course!
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