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Sir.”
He cupped her breast and raised his eyebrow. “This is how I plan to enjoy his gift.” Sir poured the red liquid onto her breast and leaned in, sucking on her nipple seductively. He lifted her wrists from the branch and untied her before forcing her down on her knees. He poured the wine over his cock and ordered, “Suck me.”
Brie smiled, grateful for the chance to please her Master. As much as she enjoyed playing the spoiled princess, her joy was in pleasuring him. She ran her tongue over the length of his cock before concentrating on the smooth head of his shaft. When she pulled away, he poured more wine over it. She opened her mouth and took in the stream of the fermented grape. It was so wickedly hot drinking from his cock.
The wine ran down her chin and dripped onto her breast. He knelt down and put the bottle on the ground, ordering, “Lie on your back, but lift your ass off the ground.”
She lay in the grass and lifted her butt up, spreading her legs for him. Sir ran his hands over her thighs looking at her greedily. He took a swipe of her swollen pussy with his tongue before picking up the bottle and pouring the wine over her pussy. He lapped it up with obvious pleasure.
“The best way to drink wine, babygirl.” Sir did it again, drenching her sex with the red wine, but this time he settled in for a long session of cunnilingus. Brie moaned as he took her clit between his teeth and sucked hard before fluttering his tongue over it. She bucked against him, surprised by the intensity. He held her still, his fingers digging into her skin, helping to state his authority over her.
She cried out when her pussy began pulsing in pleasure. He did not let up, demanding her climax with his tongue. “May I?” she asked between gasps.
He said nothing, but increased the pressure and tempo of his tongue as he inserted two fingers into her and began pumping vigorously. There was no stopping such aggressive stimulation and Brie’s pussy burst with love for Sir.
He lapped up the mixture of wine and her watery juices, groaning in satisfaction as Brie’s thighs trembled with aftershocks. He looked up at her from her mound and growled, “I’m coming for you, princess.” He crawled up between her legs, pulling off his swim trunks as he positioned himself.
Sir took her face in his hands, looking her in the eyes as he plunged his cock into her fiery depths. “There is no escaping me…”
Brie focused on his mesmerizing gaze as he took her as his submissive, his goddess, his lover.
It was with remorse they left Isola d’Elba the following day. The hardest part by far was Sir’s goodbye to his grandmother. The tiny woman started crying before Sir even announced they were leaving. She refused to let Sir go, whimpering, “ Non andare via ,” over and over again.
Even the grandfather’s stern command could not get her to release her desperate gasp on Sir. Brie could not bear to watch him pulling away from the sweet old woman again and looked away.
It must have broken Sir’s heart as well, for he called out Brie’s name. When she met his gaze he asked, “Would you be willing to return in six months?”
Brie nodded vigorously, thrilled at Sir’s suggestion.
He turned back to his grandmother. “ Sei mesi, nonna .” She shook her head as if she didn’t believe him. Sir touched his forehead to hers and said firmly, “ Sei mesi .”
“ Promettere ?” the tiny woman whispered.
Sir smiled. “ Sì, nonna .”
Her tight grip slowly loosened, but the tears did not stop. She looked at Brie and commanded, “ Promettere .”
Sir told Brie, “She is asking you to promise that I’ll be back.”
Brie took the old woman’s arthritic hands in hers and said with confidence, “ Promettere .” Whatever it took, Brie would make certain her grandson return to her in six months’ time.
With a gentle smile on her lips, his grandmother patted Brie’s cheek and said in broken English, “Good girl.”
Sir
He cupped her breast and raised his eyebrow. “This is how I plan to enjoy his gift.” Sir poured the red liquid onto her breast and leaned in, sucking on her nipple seductively. He lifted her wrists from the branch and untied her before forcing her down on her knees. He poured the wine over his cock and ordered, “Suck me.”
Brie smiled, grateful for the chance to please her Master. As much as she enjoyed playing the spoiled princess, her joy was in pleasuring him. She ran her tongue over the length of his cock before concentrating on the smooth head of his shaft. When she pulled away, he poured more wine over it. She opened her mouth and took in the stream of the fermented grape. It was so wickedly hot drinking from his cock.
The wine ran down her chin and dripped onto her breast. He knelt down and put the bottle on the ground, ordering, “Lie on your back, but lift your ass off the ground.”
She lay in the grass and lifted her butt up, spreading her legs for him. Sir ran his hands over her thighs looking at her greedily. He took a swipe of her swollen pussy with his tongue before picking up the bottle and pouring the wine over her pussy. He lapped it up with obvious pleasure.
“The best way to drink wine, babygirl.” Sir did it again, drenching her sex with the red wine, but this time he settled in for a long session of cunnilingus. Brie moaned as he took her clit between his teeth and sucked hard before fluttering his tongue over it. She bucked against him, surprised by the intensity. He held her still, his fingers digging into her skin, helping to state his authority over her.
She cried out when her pussy began pulsing in pleasure. He did not let up, demanding her climax with his tongue. “May I?” she asked between gasps.
He said nothing, but increased the pressure and tempo of his tongue as he inserted two fingers into her and began pumping vigorously. There was no stopping such aggressive stimulation and Brie’s pussy burst with love for Sir.
He lapped up the mixture of wine and her watery juices, groaning in satisfaction as Brie’s thighs trembled with aftershocks. He looked up at her from her mound and growled, “I’m coming for you, princess.” He crawled up between her legs, pulling off his swim trunks as he positioned himself.
Sir took her face in his hands, looking her in the eyes as he plunged his cock into her fiery depths. “There is no escaping me…”
Brie focused on his mesmerizing gaze as he took her as his submissive, his goddess, his lover.
It was with remorse they left Isola d’Elba the following day. The hardest part by far was Sir’s goodbye to his grandmother. The tiny woman started crying before Sir even announced they were leaving. She refused to let Sir go, whimpering, “ Non andare via ,” over and over again.
Even the grandfather’s stern command could not get her to release her desperate gasp on Sir. Brie could not bear to watch him pulling away from the sweet old woman again and looked away.
It must have broken Sir’s heart as well, for he called out Brie’s name. When she met his gaze he asked, “Would you be willing to return in six months?”
Brie nodded vigorously, thrilled at Sir’s suggestion.
He turned back to his grandmother. “ Sei mesi, nonna .” She shook her head as if she didn’t believe him. Sir touched his forehead to hers and said firmly, “ Sei mesi .”
“ Promettere ?” the tiny woman whispered.
Sir smiled. “ Sì, nonna .”
Her tight grip slowly loosened, but the tears did not stop. She looked at Brie and commanded, “ Promettere .”
Sir told Brie, “She is asking you to promise that I’ll be back.”
Brie took the old woman’s arthritic hands in hers and said with confidence, “ Promettere .” Whatever it took, Brie would make certain her grandson return to her in six months’ time.
With a gentle smile on her lips, his grandmother patted Brie’s cheek and said in broken English, “Good girl.”
Sir
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