Harem Engagement: Chapter 2 - Flavor of a Widow

“Lady Fasilia, do you have a moment?”

After leaving the bath in despair, Bargisel returned to his room and crawled into bed.

But he was too agitated to sleep and finally decided to get out of bed. He used the moonlight to walk through the hallway instead of using a lantern or magic light. After some hesitation, he knocked on the lady of the castle’s door.

“Sel, what are you doing up at this hour?”

Fasilia opened the heavy door and had apparently been preparing for bed.

She wore a beige gown over her black mourning clothes and she had let down her long blonde hair so it fell across her back.

“Oh, sorry. I forgot how late it was. I will visit you again tomorrow.”

Seeing her told him how rude it was to visit this late, so he quickly started to turn around.

“Wait. You have something you wish to discuss, don’t you? Then come in.”

“But…”

“I was just thinking I would have trouble getting to sleep, so this is perfect. And I don’t want to stand out in the hall talking, so come in.”

She tugged on nervous Bargisel’s arm to forcibly invite him into her room.

The room was warm and filled with a sweet smell. He was probably smelling her makeup.

As the lady of the castle’s room, it was quite large. It was five times the size of the one Bargisel used simply to sleep in. The crystal window leading to the balcony was closed and the silk curtain shut. His feet sank into the carpet up to the ankle, a tapestry was hung across one of the stone walls, and paintings of fruit were hanging on the other walls. A white porcelain vase decorated a stand in one corner and it was filled with a veritable mountain of fresh flowers.

The goddess statue inside a niche contained a magic device that emitted faint magic light. The bed had a gorgeous light pink canopy and there was a large dresser. There was also a single small table with a single chair.

Fasilia forced Bargisel to sit in the chair and thought a little after throwing a log into the fireplace.

“Oh, dear. The maids are already asleep and I would feel bad waking them. I know. I can go to the kitchen and fix you some hot chocolate.”

“No, you don’t have to do that.”

“Please, you don’t need to show any restraint with me.”

She happily left the room and he was left sitting there.

He had nothing to do but look around the room and he was overwhelmed by the many luxurious furnishings that were so far removed from his everyday life.

“Well, Fas is Lord Ogmios’s wife.”

Fasilia looked like she had been born a proper lady, but she had originally been the daughter of a castle architect. She had begun working for the Lennus family as a live-in maid as she entered her teens.

She was beautiful, good-natured, and skilled. Plus she had apparently been the kind of girl whose cheerful personality earned her the love of everyone around her.

Bargisel had lost his parents and the rest of his family during a war at the age of 6 and he was pretty sure Fasilia had been 15 or 16 when Ogmios took him into this estate.

For some reason, Ogmios had taken a liking to Bargisel and treated him like his own son. But Bargisel had always viewed it as a strict master-servant relationship, so he had been unable to view the man like a father or his daughters like sisters.

Since Fasilia had been a fellow servant, he had seen her like an older sister and she had apparently adored him like a younger brother.

Since there was an age gap of about 10 years between them, she must not have thought of him as a member of the opposite sex and had often bathed with him.

He remembered her nudity being dazzlingly beautiful to his young eyes. In fact, he had yet to forget that bright white skin.

He had always looked up to her like a big sister. No, she had also been the first person he viewed as a member of the opposite sex. In other words, she had been his first love.

When he learned she would be Ogmios’s second wife, he had felt a complex mixture of happiness and sadness.

She returned while he was reminiscing. She held a single porcelain cup.

“Here you go.”

“Th-thank you.”

He took it in both hands and took a sip.

It was sweetly bitter. It tasted just like the hot chocolate she used to make for him.

“Did it turn out all right? I haven’t made it in a while.”

“It’s really good.”

She pulled over a chair from the dresser and sat across from him.

He quickly stood up to help her, but she held out a hand to stop him.

“Hee hee. This really takes me back. I used to make you hot chocolate all the time.”

She looked at him like an older sister looks at her little brother.

He felt an awkward and somewhat ticklish feeling as he sipped at the bittersweet liquid and then tried to speak.

“I hear everyone here had to put up a fierce resistance. I apologize for not arriving sooner.”

That castle architect’s daughter had worked as an ordinary maid before becoming the lady of a castle.

She was known for her beauty and good nature, but she did not know the first thing about battle.

Her husband Ogmios had been known as a War Demon in his youth, but since he had been too ill to move, her worries must have grown to panic.

But she had apparently rolled up her sleeves, instructed the maids, and worked to make sure they at least had food to eat. After seeing her hard at work, the castle soldiers had fought with all their strength for her sake.

Her husband had lost his life along the way, but they had held the castle until rescue arrived. That would primarily be thanks to the courageous troops faithfully carrying out the plan Ogmios had left for them, but her presence seemed important too.

She looked very passive, but she could get things done when she had to. This was a side of her Bargisel had not been aware of.

“This was a first for me as well, so I had no idea what I was doing. But I knew all of you would be rushing to our aid.”

A mischievous smile entered her blue eyes and his heart pounded when he saw that, but he was also glad to hear she trusted them. Ogmios was like a father to him and Fasilia like an older sister. Lennus Castle was his home and something he would risk his life to protect.

After finishing the hot chocolate, he placed the empty cup on the table.

“U-um, Lady Fasilia?”

“I don’t like you being so formal when we’re alone together. Call me what you used to.”

“Okay, Fas.”

When he hesitantly used that old nickname, a bright smile appeared on her face.

“Oh, that makes me so happy. It’s been so long since you called me that. Sel, it saddened me when you grew so distant after I got married. Now, what did you want?”

She really did seem happy as she prompted him to continue, but his face was dark and gloomy as he responded.

“I can’t do it…”

“Do what?”

“U-um, choose one of the three sisters and inherit the family.”

She placed her hands around the hands he still had around the cup.

“Are you saying you can’t choose one of them? Or are you saying you can’t inherit the Lennus family?”

“Both.”

He weakly hung his head and the lovely widow sighed as if to say “this is a problem”.

“You decided Lennus would be your second home, didn’t you? Do you not want to become its lord and protector?”

“It’s not that I don’t want to…”

He trailed off and she moved her face in close.

He had known she was beautiful, but it was even more evident close up. She had angled eyes covered in long eyelashes, a long bridge of the nose, and plump red lips. She had a sex appeal that seemed like a sweet aroma.

“Then do you not like my three daughters? I thought you loved them.”

“I swore I would serve them even if it cost me my life. But this is a separate issue.”

She seemed to pick something up from the way he leaned back and searched for an excuse.

“Did something happen with them?”

Her face moved close enough for them to feel each other’s breaths, but he could not escape since she was holding his hands in hers.

“Eh? Well…no…not really…”

“You are a terrible liar, Sel. Tell me what happened.”

She squeezed his hands and her blue eyes stared into his.

He felt petrified by her gaze and he dripped with sweat.

“Th-there really was nothing…yeah.”

“…”

He felt like she was peering straight into his soul. She could see right through him, so lying was pointless. He finally gave in.

He confessed that he had run into the three sisters in the bath and what had happened afterwards.

“I see. So they saw your penis. And they saw you cum. That must have been awful. Your male pride must be in tatters.”

She gave him a sympathetic look, but it was somehow sexy enough to set his heart racing. The widow suddenly gave a mischievous smile.

“But wasn’t that your chance? You could have tried all three of them out right there.”

“Tried them out? Wh-what are you talking about!?”

He panicked and she tilted her head curiously.

“I mean sex of course. Didn’t you hear what Orphen said? Those sisters are essentially your fiancées. If you’re going to choose one of them, you have to try them out first.”

She made it sound like common sense, but he was flabbergasted.

“Don’t be ridiculous!”

“How is that ridiculous? You are choosing a wife for yourself and sexual compatibility is crucial. You practice swinging a weapon before choosing it, don’t you? Choosing a spouse is the same. You need to sleep with them all to make sure you’re choosing one whose vagina fits your penis.”

“B-but…”

He gulped as he thought back to partially seeing Evun and Arlee’s nudity and fully seeing Orphen’s in the bath. Despite having released so much semen earlier, his dick throbbed and he rubbed his thighs together.

Upon seeing the virgin boy’s innocent reaction, the widow moved her face even closer and whispered.

“Sel, I’ve been meaning to ask you: do you view women like we are all goddesses?”

“No, I don’t.”

He shook his head, but she gave him a skeptical look.

“Evun, Orphen, and Arlee are all real live women. And the thing about women is, we aren’t interested in the penises of men we aren’t at least somewhat interested in having sex with. I’m sure seeing your penis turned on all three of them.”

“Th-that isn’t true. Not with those three, anyway.”

He was unsure what to say and gave what he thought was the right response, but her eyes widened and she let go in dumbfounded shock. After a while, she shook her head like she was unsure what to do with him.

“You take everything too seriously. And you need to stop putting women up on a pedestal. I mean, if you were to sneak into my bedroom in the dead of night…”

She trailed off with a slight flush of her cheeks, turned to the side, and hid her mouth behind the back of her left hand.

But he was too overwhelmed by it all to pick up on what she was saying.

After some thought, she gave a resolute nod and stood up.

“Fine, then. It seems I must teach you some things about women. Come here.”

“Um, okay…”

He obediently stood up.

“Sit here.”

“O-okay…”

He sat down as obediently as a dog. He was right in front of the canopied bed.

Unsure what was going on, he looked up to see her removing her beige gown and climbing into the bed in her black dress. Then she sat down to face him.

“…”

After an oppressive silence, she opened her mouth to speak, but thought better of it. After taking a deep breath to calm herself down, she licked her red lips and opened her mouth again.

“I will now teach you how to sleep with a woman.”

“Wh-what!?”

He could not believe what he was hearing, but she snapped back at him.

“Quiet down! Just watch from there.”

“Okay…”

He was flustered, but her intensity silenced him.

“First, you need to get her in the mood by hugging her and kissing her.”

She pointed at her own plump and red-glistening lips.

“You can rub your lips together, lick her lips, put your tongue inside to lick her front teeth, and tangle tongues with her. Got that?”

“Yes.”

“Phew… And once you are done kissing…yes, teasing her boobs would probably be the standard choice.”

After a long breath, she undid the hook on the back of her neck. She removed the dress from her shoulders and pulled it down from her chest.

“…!?”

Her large breasts were contained by a black bra with luxurious stitching. He tensed up at seeing her in her underwear, but then she removed the bra as well.

Her breasts were as white as milk and sagged just a bit with a nice cone shape.

“Hee hee. You get that red just from seeing my boobs? But we used to bathe together all the time.”

“Yes, but…”

They were a radiant white. And the large pink nipples at the tips were as bright as he remembered them in his childhood memories, perhaps because this widow had never actually given birth.

“We even washed each other. You really loved washing my boobs. You would more or less grope them and you would never stop until I told you to.”

“I-I am so sorry…”

He shrank down and thought his face would burst into flames as she recalled what he had done as an innocent child.

“Don’t be. That is the correct thing to do when pleasuring a woman. After massaging her boobs, her nipples will grow erect.”

She lightly kneaded her own already-large nipples with her palm and they grew even larger.

“But you must not stop there. A woman’s nipples are most sensitive after they get hard, so pinch them between your fingers and suck on them.”

“…Okay…”

He felt aroused, nervous, and (for some reason) guilty, so he was unsure what to say and did not say much.

But despite the virgin boy’s lack of a reaction, the widow lifted up both her boobs and alternately sucked the nipples herself. He was unable to watch something so indecent and lowered his head while occasionally stealing peeks up at her.

“Ahhn, and once she is in the mood, you can move to the next step.”

Fasilia held out both her white legs.

They were beautiful legs, well cared for down to the toes. And they were sexy enough to make his breath catch in his throat.

She stuck her hands below her black dress.

“!”

He watched in shock as she pulled down a black cloth.

She removed the balled-up cloth from her left ankle and then from her right. Then she hid it below the bed’s pillow.

(Eh? Was that her panties? No, it couldn’t be.)

While he froze up in disbelief, the blushing lady placed her hands on her chest and let out an extended sigh.

It sounded sexual to him.

The blushing young widow gulped and spoke to the tense boy.

“Don’t tell those girls. You can promise me that, can’t you?”

“Oh, yes…”

He was overwhelmed by that beautiful lady filled with a mixture of nerves and sexual arousal, so he agreed.

“Then I will teach you all the secrets of the female body. Because someone needs to rid you of your misconceptions about women.”

Her cheeks were bright red and her large chest was rising and falling faster than normal. Her nerves infected Bargisel and he grew as obedient as could be.

“Pant, pant, pant…”

In that oppressive tension, Fasilia breathed in through her nose, held her breath, and then spread her legs with her heels on the edge of the bed. Then she pulled up her black dress.

“Gulp.”

He could not help but gulp as her white legs were gradually revealed from the skirt. He saw toes decorated with nails like flower petals, slender ankles, soft-looking calves, and plump thighs. Eventually her entire lower body was revealed to him.

“!”

What he saw at the base of her legs was far lewder than anything he had imagined from her modest face.

He felt like he should not be seeing this, so he squeezed his eyes shut and lowered his head.

“P-please stop joking.”

“Do not look away. This is a lesson. A lesson you need to have sex with those noble sisters and choose one as your wife.”

The widow gently pleaded with the boy who stubbornly refused to move.

“Do you think I am an indecent woman, Sel? I am a widow spreading my legs for a boy on the night after my husband’s funeral, so perhaps I deserve that title. But this is necessary to fulfill his will.”

“…”

He kept his eyes squeezed shut and his teeth clenched as she continued her pleas.

“I mean, you are far too innocent. You know nothing about women. As things are, I can already tell you will fail to choose a bride from those three before the mourning period ends. Even today, you lost so much confidence. …So use my body to learn what women are like. Open your eyes and look this way.”

He felt like he had no choice but to look up after she said all that. And he hesitantly opened his eyes.

The first thing he saw was that same lewd crotch. His head moved toward it like it was sucking him in.

“Hee hee. This is my…no, this is a woman’s pussy.”

The boy could say nothing as he viewed the widow’s vulva.

It looked so animalistic for a lady like her.

There was a fleshy slit between her white thighs. It seemed swollen and two flower petals more brightly colored than her skin were poking out.

“Hee hee. That isn’t everything. You are only looking at a woman’s entrance. The true wonders are on the inside.”

With an alluring laugh, the lady placed her fingers on either side of the slit and spread it wide.

“Ah…th-this is so embarrassing. It’s so embarrassing I swear my body is on fire. But this is for Sel, and for Lennus, and for Ralfint even, so it must be done. Yes.”

She breathed a self-absorbed sigh as her white thighs trembled. She was known as a modest lady, yet here she was on the night of her husband’s funeral spreading both her legs and her labia in front of a boy.

Her milky-white skin was dyed pink as if her body was burning from guilt and embarrassment.

She was clearly pushing herself to do this, but Bargisel could not imagine what was driving her to do so.

“Ahh, yes, this is unbelievably embarrassing. Oh, but watch carefully, Sel. You have to watch.”

Her beautiful white hands mercilessly exposed her sexual flesh. The petals stretched like rubber. The flesh on the inside was a bright wine red.

“Surprised? A woman’s pussy can spread this wide. Naughty looking, isn’t it? But Evun, Orphen, and Arlee all have a naughty pussy just like it.”

“Oh…”

He was staring with his eyes as wide as saucers, but then she shook her head.

“No, I mustn’t lie. My pussy has gotten a little darker with age.”

“Th-that can’t be true. It’s beautiful!”

He frantically responded, but she shook her head again.

“No, I am already getting up there in years, so that’s just the way things are. But those sisters are young, so theirs should be a beautiful pink. Still, the shape shouldn’t be all that different.”

Comparing herself to those young girls seemed to burn her body with embarrassment, but in her late twenties, she was still a woman in her prime. She was a very enjoyable sight, like a fruit at the peak of ripeness.

She began her explanation with her labia still spread wide.

“You can see big hole, can’t you? That is the vagina. That is where a boy puts his penis. You get that, don’t you? But don’t do it right away. Make sure to go through some foreplay first to make sure she is good and wet. This here can be useful for that.”

She pointed to a protrusion within a hood at the joint between the two petals.

“This is the clitoris. It can be removed from the hood like this. …See?”

Her slender fingers lightly peeled back the hood to reveal the flesh bud within.

“This red bud is a woman’s greatest weak point, but do not start there. It is extremely sensitive so start with the area around it to get her plenty aroused first.”

He nodded and she returned the hood to normal.

“Hold out your finger.”

“…Okay.”

He could not think any thoughts at all right now, so he held out his right index finger as instructed.

She took his hand and placed his fingertip on her clitoris.

“Ah.”

“Ahhn… Y-you can start by teasing it through the hood like this. Try it out.”

He was surprised and confused, but he did as he was told and rolled around the hard bump he could feel through the soft hood.

“Nhh, yes, like that… It really is sensitive, so be gentle.”

Spreading her legs in front of a virgin boy and letting him massage her clit was apparently too much for Fasilia to bear because she started massaging her own breasts, alternately sucking the nipples, and giving a thorough explanation of the female body’s secrets.

“Ah, and you can peel back the hood once you think she is getting accustomed to the pleasure. Ahhn, c’mon, do that for me. Then touch it directly. Oh, but not just with your finger. Make sure to coat your fingertip with saliva first. Then you can touch it.”

He licked his right index finger to coat it with saliva as told. Then he peeled back the hood with his left hand and touched the red flesh bud.

“Ah!”

Her lips opened wide and a cry of pleasure left them.

He started persistently teasing that most sensitive weak point.

“Ahhhh… You’re using your finger now, but…ahhn, when you do this with those girls, kh, suck at it with your mouth and l-lick it with your tongue. I guarantee you they’ll scream with pleasure. Ah…yes…”

She breathed heated sighs as she desperately worked to continue her explanation, but she suddenly grabbed his hand to stop him from continuing to tease her down there.

“Pant, pant, pant… That is known as foreplay. Do you understand now? I’ve taught you the general idea, but make sure to add your own spin to it.”

She stared at the boy’s face with a decadent smile in her blue eyes. She had already been overflowing with pheromones, but now she seemed to be made of pheromones.

“Are you disappointed to find out I am such an indecent woman?”

“N-no…”

He was too overwhelmed by this unexpected sexual side of this young woman to say anything.

“Hee hee. You did always have a crush on me, didn’t you?”

“!?”

She had apparently seen right through to the first love hidden in his heart.

He had no idea how to respond, so the widow kindly smiled at him.

“Hee hee. No woman is a saint. No matter how pure they look, they are actually full of horny desires. Those three sisters might look cool on the surface, but dig deeper and you will find they are just like me.”

The beautiful lady gave an alluring smile and pulled on the boy’s hand with her legs still spread and her wet vulva still exposed.

“Now, come here. Your penis must be dying for some attention, so I will give it some relief.”

Could any virgin boy have rejected those advances?

Bargisel climbed onto the bed like a butterfly lured in by nectar.

“!?”

Fasilia sat up, held his head between her hands, and suddenly pressed her lips against his.

“Nhh! Mh…nh.”

He tried to pull back in surprise, but she placed her left hand on the back of his head and greedily continued the kiss while her right hand pulled down his pants and underwear and pulled out the male sex organ within.

His penis was rock-hard and curving back toward his navel and precum was dripping endlessly from the tip.

“Nh.”

Fasilia ended the kiss, lay down on her stomach in front of kneeling Bargisel, and held the penis between her hands.

“Oh, it’s so hard. So incredibly hard… You got like this from seeing my shameless body, didn’t you? Then this is my responsibility. I must take responsibility for it.”

His manhood was as erect as could be, but it was not especially large for his age. Nevertheless, it must have looked like such an alluring treasure to that horny widow.

She stared at it like she could not contain her emotions and then she took it into her mouth.

“Ah…Lady Fasilia…”

His eyes widened at having his weak point enclosed inside such a sticky space.

But the widow ignored him as she greedily devoured his dick. Warm saliva dripped down it and her tongue crawled bewitchingly along it.

“Kh, ah, what are you doing, Lady Fasilia? Stop that.”

The widow did more than just get a quick taste of the cock. She stuck her tongue inside the foreskin, let her saliva drip inside, and worked to peel that skin back.

It was all happening inside her pleasant mouth, but the unprecedented stimulation stung the sensitive head. The widow ignored the boy’s tearful pleas and only removed her mouth and lips after fully peeling back the foreskin.

“Hee hee. Now you have a proper penis. Those girls can’t make fun of you anymore.”

His penis stood tall while dripping with saliva and she teased the tip with her finger.

“I am sure those girls will be fighting over this cock before long.”

Bargisel was certain that those proud sisters would never do that.

“Now that you are ready, it’s time you put in some practice so you can try out those girls properly.”

“Practice?”

“I mean sex, of course. I will teach you.”

The overly serious boy resisted the widow’s advances even now.

“But Lord Ogmios…”

“He is dead. As dead as a doornail. That makes me a single woman. And he told me to live my life as I liked. I want to help you here, so let me.”

He finally agreed when she tearfully pleaded him with his throbbing dick in her hand.

“Then I will take you up on your kind offer.”

“That is what I like to hear. Just leave everything to me.”

She lay on her back on the bed, held the back of her thighs, and exposed her soaking wet vulva.

“I told you where to put it before, didn’t I? Stick your hard penis in there.”

He moved like he was a puppet on invisible strings as he approached her on his knees with his raging erection at the ready.

He placed the newly-exposed tip against the entrance of her dripping labia.

“Ah…d-do you think you can get it in?”

“Probably…I think.”

Her feminine flesh felt really good against the exposed penis head.

The contact between sexual flesh was enough to make him want to cum already, but shooting his load before even entering her would be too pathetic. He hurriedly tried to push it inside, but it slipped along her vulva instead.

“Don’t rush it. Ah, yes, there. Now slowly push it in, nh…”

When he followed the kind widow’s instructions, he got the head inside. The wet flesh cave was warm and somewhat rough. Once the head was in, the rest was easy. His manhood disappeared inside her in no time. And a moment later, his mind went blank.

(Holy crap, this is good!!!)

“Ahh…”

Bargisel cried out as if in agony, so the widow tightly held his back, locked her legs around his hips, and shouted at him.

“Ah! No! Do not cum yet! Resist it!”

“B-but…”

“Cum too quick and those girls will make fun of you again!”

That left him with no choice, so he clenched his teeth and sweated as he endured.

“Kh~~~”

His dick was inside a soft and loose space surrounded by gentle folds.

“Ahhn. It’s hard. So very hard. And throbbing!”

The widow arched her back and had to endure something of her own as the young boy entered her, but she eventually prompted him to continue.

“Well, have you gotten used to it yet?”

“A-a little…”

“Then start moving.”

“B-but how?”

There was a clear lack of confidence on his face, so the horny widow kindly cheered him up.

“You don’t need to worry about technique. You will develop that through experience. For now, just move your hips to thrust into me. That is enough to provide a woman with some pleasure.”

“Okay!”

He made up his mind and prepared to do as she said, but then she stopped him.

“Oh, wait just a moment.”

She released his hips from her leglock and slowly turned herself over while making sure their union did not come apart.

Once on her stomach, she propped her upper body up on her elbows and looked back at him to lewdly urge him on.

“Now, you should find it easier to move like this. Just pound me with your hips as much as you want.”

“O-okay…”

He grabbed the widow’s large white butt and began thrusting his hips. He was hesitant at first, but he gradually figured it out.

“Yes, very good. Ahn, it’s so hard. So hard~♪Like a rock~♪”

The hard cock stirring up her wet vagina produced lewd sticky noises.

“Ahh, harder! Pound me deep inside!”

The boy gradually intensified his thrusting as requested.

“Ahh♪ It’s hitting me! It’s hitting me so deep inside♪”

This was his first time, so he obviously had no technique for pleasuring a woman. He simply thrust and thrust like she had told him to.

His hips began loudly slapping against her ass.

“Kh, Lady Fasilia, are you sure I should be doing it this hard?”

“D-don’t worry about me. Ah♪ The female body is made to accept a man, ahn, so you can do it hard if you want. Please do it hard! I want it hard!”

He gave her what she wanted by pounding his dick into her as hard as he could manage.

And it certainly did seem that she was enjoying it.

“Hee…ahh, ahh, ahh…”

The widow enjoyed having a young male thrusting deep inside her so much that she cried out with drool dripping from her mouth.

This was a direct, brute force attack with no plan at all, but the beautiful woman had fallen. The more that horny animal writhed in pleasure, the more her vagina softly squeezed him.

He felt like his penis was being digested by her feminine flesh. He could not feel it anymore. No, he could feel so much pleasure it had reached the saturation point.

“Fas, I’m gonna cum!”

“Ah, don’t worry about me. Go ahead and cum. Cum lots and lots inside me!”

He finally had permission, so he cried out as he reached his limit.

“Fas!”

A hot liquid surged out. He kept his hips moving to continue thrusting as he ejaculated.

“Ee~, it’s so hot~♪ Wow, yes, yes~~~♪”

The beautiful widow opened her mouth wide and drooled while releasing sensual moaning as the young male pounded her from behind.

The pleasure of being cummed inside pushed her over the edge and she climaxed with him.

Once he had released it all, he felt like she had drained his energy along with his semen, so he slumped down onto her white back.