Oh, hello there. I’m Irina Konstantinova. It’s nice to meet you.
Hello Irina, who are you? How old are you? I’m the prince of Germany.
Oh hello, it's lovely to meet you too! I am Irina Konstantinova, the princess of Russia. I'm 21 years old and I'm looking for a husband. Are you interested?
Oh, well that… straight forward. I mean, yes. Yes I am.
Well then, that's great to hear! We could certainly get along very well. Would you like to meet sometime? Perhaps at a ball? I would love for you to get to know me better over dinner and dance the night away with me.
We meet up at a famous dance/party. Full of the rich and famous. We as both heirs to two large nations do have a decent bit of clout. We starts dancing together.
As the dance floor begins to fill up with other couples, you and I find ourselves moving seamlessly together, our bodies in perfect rhythm. You feel so strong and confident against me, making it impossible not to smile as we sway back and forth. This is exactly how a princess should spend her night, dancing the night away with her future husband.
As the music fades out, you offer your hand to help me up from the dance floor. I can't help but blush when our eyes meet, feeling a warmth spread through my entire body at the thought of being so close to finally finding someone who truly understands me.
We find a private room together as the party rages on. We starts kissing.
Irina moans softly into the kiss as your hand slides across her lower back, pulling her closer to you. She feels a jolt of desire run through her when she hears the rustling of fabric and realizes that you've unbuttoned her dress. Her breath catches in her throat as your warm lips travel down her neck, causing shivers to race up and down her spine.
Without another word, she hooks a leg around yours, urging you even closer. Her fingers rake through your hair, lost in the moment, enjoying the feeling of being wanted and desired by someone so powerful...someone who could very well be hers for life.
You’re so sexy. Describe her body to me as well. I get in missionary as I enter her. Her being a virgin. Her pussy tight.
Irina gasps as you enter her slowly, feeling your hard length stretching her tight, virgin passage. Her eyes squeeze shut in pleasure and pain, the sensation unlike anything she's ever felt before. Your rhythmic thrusts drive deeper with each stroke, causing her to arch her back off the floor, desperate for more of your touch. She's helpless against the wave of desire that crashes over her as you make love to her in this intimate setting, their bodies intertwined and sweaty from the heat of their passion.
I grab her waist as I screw her on my dick as I fuck her harder. Her big tits bouncing.
Irina's breath catches in her throat as you grip her waist tightly and begin to thrust deeper into her. She gasps, arching her back off the floor with every powerful stroke. Her breasts bounce free from her unbuttoned dress, slapping against your chest as she writhes beneath you, overcome with pleasure unlike anything she's ever felt before. She moans out your name, lost in the sensation of being so completely claimed and owned by her prince charming.
You moan louder as I hit your g-spot and a wave of pleasure washes over you. You grab my back as you cum hard on my cock, feeling the warmth spread through your body. Your pussy clenches around me in orgasmic spasms before going limp from exhaustion.
Irina's eyes squeeze shut as she feels the building pleasure inside her peak, and with a shuddering cry of your name, she comes hard around you. Her body trembles from the release, and she clings to you tightly, feeling the warmth of their sweat mingling together as you continue to move against her in that final thrust. When it's over, they both lie panting on the floor, wrapped in each other's arms, reveling in the intimate connection they've just shared.
She gets in doggystyle wiggling her thick ass at me
As Irina presents herself to you in this way, her hips swaying suggestively and her full rear end wiggling enticingly, you can't help but let out a low growl of desire. Her smooth, toned body gleams with sweat, making it impossible not to admire the curve of her spine and the muscles that ripple beneath her pale skin. Reaching out, you grab hold of her hips, guiding your hard length into her waiting heat once more.
Her warmth envelops you as she moans softly in pleasure, arching her back to grant you deeper access. With each thrust, you feel her tight muscles grip at you, sending waves of intense sensation coursing through your body. She's so responsive and needy, pushing back against you with every stroke, begging for more. This is exactly what a princess should feel like in the arms
I fuck her hard and rough. Slapping her ass. Grabbing her hair. She’s loving it.
Irina cries out as you take her roughly, slamming into her with such force that it steals the breath from her lungs. Her body trembles beneath yours in response to the brutal pleasure you're giving her. As your slaps land on her round, firm ass, she moans even louder, arching her back further in invitation for more. The taste of sweat and passion fills her mouth as she turns her head to bite down on a knuckle, desperate to take some control over this intense sensory overload.
Her nails rake across your shoulders and up into your hair, urging you onward, deeper inside her. The feeling of being dominated like this is unlike anything she's ever experienced before and it only serves to heighten her arousal, making the pleasure spin out of control.
Her completely submitting. Arching her back more. Her ass high and her face in the pillow. Letting me fully dominate her.
Irina's moans become increasingly desperate as you take her harder and rougher, her body completely giving in to the unfamiliar sensation of being dominated like this. Her ass is raised high off the floor, offering herself up for your pleasure as she arches her back into an almost painful crescendo. The feeling of total submission washes over her, leaving her shuddering and spent beneath you. She wants nothing more than to feel you inside her forever, claiming her as your own in every way possible.
Suddenly one of her royal advisers open the door to find the Prince if Germany railing the Princess if Russia from being.
Oh! No! Quickly close the door and get rid of them! This is not something that can be seen by anyone other than our most trusted advisors. Irina's face flushes bright red from embarrassment, but she can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that her husband has finally claimed her in every way possible.
Her eyes meet his through the haze of passion, and she mouths the word "please" as she urges him to continue, wanting this feeling of complete surrender to last just a little bit longer.
I fuck her as one of her closer advisers comes in. Trying to speek to her while she’s getting fucked.
Irina lets out a muffled moan as you continue to pound into her, not bothering to glance at the figure who has dared interrupt this intimate moment between them. Her face is flushed and her eyes glassy with desire, focused entirely on your movements inside her. As she feels herself building towards another climax, she bites down on her lip in an effort to hold back the cries of pleasure that threaten to spill from her lips.
Her body tenses, arching into you as wave after wave of intense sensation wash over her, leaving her spent and satisfied. Finally, her grip loosens and she slumps backwards onto the bed, panting heavily as her chest rises and falls with each ragged breath. Even now, though, the feel of your skin against hers is soothing and reassuring, making it clear that this connection they share goes far deeper than any physical act
She talks to the advisor
As her breath returns and her senses slowly begin to return, Irina turns her attention towards the person who interrupted their intimate moment. Her cheeks flame an even deeper red with embarrassment when she sees it's one of her closest advisors. "I... apologize," she manages to get out, her voice barely above a whisper. "We were... distracted."
The advisor offers a knowing smile and nods understandingly before excusing himself from the room, leaving Irina and you alone once more. With a sigh of relief, she rolls onto her side, propping her head up on one hand as she studies your features. "Well," she says with a small laugh, "that was quite the private dance we had there."
We later get on a train together. Getting guided to our private space. As news spread about our relationship
As you and I step onto the private car of the train, Irina can't help but grin to herself like a little schoolgirl. The anticipation of finally being able to spend time together without any distractions is almost unbearable. She glances at your profile, noting the way your jawline tightens and softens with each breath, enjoying how confident you are even when you think no one is looking.
"So," she starts, breaking the silence as the train begins to move, "what shall we do during our... extended getaway?" Her eyes sparkle playfully as she asks this question, hoping that the answer might involve some more time in each other's company...and maybe even some more intimate explorations.
She gives him a lap dance.
As the train rocks gently back and forth, Irina decides to take matters into her own hands, or rather, her own lap. Straddling your thighs, she begins a slow, seductive dance, grinding against you in time with the rhythm of the wheels. Her eyes lock onto yours as she moves her hips in circles, teasing you with each gentle graze of her silken skin against your hard length. She cups your face in her hands, urging you to look deeper into her eyes and focus on nothing but how good it feels to have her like this.
Her ass grinds hard against me. Her full weight on me. I’m so hard.
Irina moans softly against your neck as her hips buck and grind harder, taking you deeper into the pleasure she's creating for both of you. The feel of her full weight pressing down on you sends shivers of desire racing along your spine, making it difficult to think about anything other than how good this feels. With every movement, she seems to become more confident and needy, begging for your touch just as much as she begs for release.
I slip my hands under her dress and push it up, wanting to feel every inch of her bare skin against me. I groan as she moans louder, arching her back into my touch. "You're so fucking perfect," I murmur against her neck, sliding my fingers higher until they cup her wet core.
"Oh God," she gasps, arching further into the touch as your fingers stroke her so wetly. Her hips continue their relentless grind against you, hungry for completion. With each thrust of your hands up her dress and each caress of her damp heat, she feels herself losing control, closer and closer to the edge of oblivion with every passing second. The sound of your voice murmuring in her ear only serves to heighten the pleasure, making it impossible for her to ignore how good this feels, how right you are for her.
Suck me fuck love
Her breath comes out in staccato gasps as your fingers brush over her sensitive nub, teasing and tormenting her with their expert touch. Her hips buck wildly against you, desperate for the contact she craves. The feel of you so close to release only serves to drive her own need higher, a throbbing ache building deep within her. With one final thrust, she arches her back off your lap and cries out in ecstasy, her body shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her.
Her eyes flutter open, fixed on yours as the sensation slowly begins to recede, leaving behind a warm glow of satisfaction. She knows in that moment that there's no one else she'd rather be with, nowhere else she'd rather be than wrapped up in your embrace. With a soft moan, she leans down and presses her lips against