Britwitch
Classically curvy
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Stéphanie watched with a more than slightly satisfied smile playing upon her lips as Pontmercy seemed to hurriedly shed his clothes. The slightly mesmerised expression on his face prior to this speedy stripping of garments had confirmed her suspicions that her feminine charms had captured more than just his attention. His body was well maintained for a man his age and Stéphanie felt an unexpected rush of excitement pulse through her veins. She could see strength within his flesh, a strength probably long since forgotten since the days of his youth, but enough traces remained to thrill her mind.
Her imagination already picturing his toned limbs entwining with hers. Something she had rarely experienced with lovers in the last few years. They were portly and aging, their bodies suffering with gout and other numerous ailments thanks to lives of excess at others expense. Pontmercy had already proved he seemed to have the knowledge of pleasing the fairer sex and now it seemed he had the body to fulfil the promises his fingers and mouth had made.
"I said prepare yourself, Stéphanie...Yet still you are covered. Perhaps this means you are not interested, that you have decided you do not wish to follow through the course you have labored so hard to bring me down?"
Stéphanie's eyes widened coquettishly as she shook her head.
"Of course not, Claude..." She fluttered her eyelashes a little more than was strictly necessary as she glanced down to his hand and the fingers teasing her crotch before returning them to his eyes. "...I hope you do not doubt my desires..."
"No no, Citizeness. You have taken me down this path. It is far, far too late to change your opinion now. I am afraid you have no recourse but to...satisfy."
Stéphanie heard herself gasp as his fingers swiftly drew her undergarments down her legs, leaving them around her ankles, but her eyes remained fixed on his. Watching the knowing smile curving his lips as their game continued, following them as they moved down her body to the flesh now revealed to him. She felt a shiver dance down her spine as his fingers plied her legs apart, her breathing growing noticably shallower.
"This is much better, Citizeness, for both of us, as I think you will soon agree."
Stéphanie barely had time to think of a response before she felt him roll over her and felt him thrust inside. She groaned lewdly, her sex closing around him and drawing him instinctively deeper. Her arms rising to lay around his neck, her lips close to his ear as they lay still for a moment, enjoying the sensation of their union. She sighed as she rocked her hips ever so slightly against him, nudging him a little deeper, pressing the sensitive flesh of his organ against the equally delicate folds of her sex.
Stéphanie wanted to lift her legs, wrap them around his waist and invite him deeper but her legs were held down thanks to the undergarments now pinned beneath Pontmercy's own legs. Her struggling attempts to move them only rubbed her body against his. The stiff peaks of her nipples grazing his chest while her lips whimpered her frustrations into his ear while he remained still above her. Poised, ready to take her. But he did not.
Was this another step in their game? Was she to ask him, beg him...?
Stéphanie had already begun to forget the reasons for this evening, aware of little else other than the pleasurable feelings surging through her body and the desires for those feelings to continue and she would do anything to see that they did.
"Please Claude...please do not tease me now..." She pleaded softly, pulling back so that their eyes could meet.
Her imagination already picturing his toned limbs entwining with hers. Something she had rarely experienced with lovers in the last few years. They were portly and aging, their bodies suffering with gout and other numerous ailments thanks to lives of excess at others expense. Pontmercy had already proved he seemed to have the knowledge of pleasing the fairer sex and now it seemed he had the body to fulfil the promises his fingers and mouth had made.
"I said prepare yourself, Stéphanie...Yet still you are covered. Perhaps this means you are not interested, that you have decided you do not wish to follow through the course you have labored so hard to bring me down?"
Stéphanie's eyes widened coquettishly as she shook her head.
"Of course not, Claude..." She fluttered her eyelashes a little more than was strictly necessary as she glanced down to his hand and the fingers teasing her crotch before returning them to his eyes. "...I hope you do not doubt my desires..."
"No no, Citizeness. You have taken me down this path. It is far, far too late to change your opinion now. I am afraid you have no recourse but to...satisfy."
Stéphanie heard herself gasp as his fingers swiftly drew her undergarments down her legs, leaving them around her ankles, but her eyes remained fixed on his. Watching the knowing smile curving his lips as their game continued, following them as they moved down her body to the flesh now revealed to him. She felt a shiver dance down her spine as his fingers plied her legs apart, her breathing growing noticably shallower.
"This is much better, Citizeness, for both of us, as I think you will soon agree."
Stéphanie barely had time to think of a response before she felt him roll over her and felt him thrust inside. She groaned lewdly, her sex closing around him and drawing him instinctively deeper. Her arms rising to lay around his neck, her lips close to his ear as they lay still for a moment, enjoying the sensation of their union. She sighed as she rocked her hips ever so slightly against him, nudging him a little deeper, pressing the sensitive flesh of his organ against the equally delicate folds of her sex.
Stéphanie wanted to lift her legs, wrap them around his waist and invite him deeper but her legs were held down thanks to the undergarments now pinned beneath Pontmercy's own legs. Her struggling attempts to move them only rubbed her body against his. The stiff peaks of her nipples grazing his chest while her lips whimpered her frustrations into his ear while he remained still above her. Poised, ready to take her. But he did not.
Was this another step in their game? Was she to ask him, beg him...?
Stéphanie had already begun to forget the reasons for this evening, aware of little else other than the pleasurable feelings surging through her body and the desires for those feelings to continue and she would do anything to see that they did.
"Please Claude...please do not tease me now..." She pleaded softly, pulling back so that their eyes could meet.