Physically her body was that of a woman’s, and yet she was still young enough to yet retain the sweet innocence of a teenager, which allowed her to still be a sight to behold in the simple and inconspicuous plain white skirt she wore. “What are you saying?” collage Like all young maidens, Sylvia became nervous and giggly when alone with the six foot four Girard, who towered over most with a physique formidable enough that none could resist when he made advances toward them, old or young, married or not. As Girard stepped closer, she averted her eyes and he saw that her face was flushed and couple red. “I think you know.” And indeed she did. Without difficulty, the girl disrobed, pulling off her clothes until she was naked, and then looked back up at Girard with anxious excitement. The Marshal, meanwhile, was thoroughly impressed at the sight, and eyed her naked figure lustily. In all the years that the experienced warrior has lived, Girard has been able to bed any woman he wanted, if he so desired. And yet, even though most maidens many would consider to be pretty now bored him, Girard could see that Sylvia was something different. The youthful innocence about her, combined with her aura of sultry, sexy confidence which undoubtedly stemmed from her precocious sexual prowess, made her probably the most desirable woman in the entire realm. And Girard knew that he just had to have her. Cupping his hands over her perfect breasts, Girard felt how smooth and supple the skin was and let his thumbs to run circles around her soft, perky nipples. This elicited a soft but audible moan of pleasure from Sylvia, and before long he could feel that her sex nipples were completely erect every time he ran his thumbs over them. As party Sylvia continued to moan in pleasure, Girard began to massage her entire breast with one hand and let the other hand roam, and the girl’s moaning became louder and more indian frequent as her body began to rock back and forth in rhythm with the Marshal’s teasing hands. By the time he had made it down to her crotch, Sylvia was literally dripping wet, with her juices making plopping noises as they dropped onto his chamber floor. Having given her a small glimpse of what pleasures he was capable of giving her, Girard decided that the foreplay was over, and took her hands in his. Slowly guiding her hand down his heavily muscled body, he stared right into her beautiful green eyes and watched as her breathing quickened in anxious anticipation, until her hands finally reached his groin. “Oh!” Sylvia’s eyes went wide the moment her hands bumped into the huge, stiff protrusion that jutted out of the Marshal’s pants. Instinctively, her practiced fingers curled around the girth of it through his tunic, marveling at his size. It was not an unusual reaction; Girard normally did have that effect with women, and unsurprisingly so. He was gifted with a cock in the outdoor likened as that of a stallion, and was more than eager to show it to this young girl. Literally ripping off his shirt and pants, Girard allowed his naked body to stand there in the light of his chambers for a few moments, causing Sylvia’s jaw to nearly drop. The Marshal’s body was built like an ape; layers upon layers of muscle packed heavily into his thighs, chest and arms, and he was absolutely shredded from performing his fat-burning daily calisthenics. Already, the Delgado girl was nervously caressing his bulging abdominal muscles, and Girard could tell just how much she admired his brilliant physique. Standing at attention right below her caressing was Girard’s rigid shaft, which twitched in its aching need for attention. Standing at a fully erect length of ten inches and with a girth of a little over six inches, Girard was confident that Sylvia had never had anyone even close to his size, which made sense because while the girl was obviously turned on by the Marshal, she seemed to be also quite nervous, as she tentatively reached toward the Marshal’s throbbing member. Unable to wait any longer, however, Girard impatiently grabbed the girl’s wrist. Yelping in both surprise and perhaps fear, Sylvia was forcibly spun around by her wrists as the Marshal bent her over his bed. Her knees were now on the ground, and her torso was pressed up against his bed. “Ah-Ohhhh...” The girl moaned as Girard roughly manhandled her. In this position, Sylvia had her rear stuck out into the air, which gave the Marshal very good access to her pussy. “You love this, don't you?” Girard muttered, smiling devilishly as he took his cock and gently massaged the area around her exposed, and completely bald pussy with his throbbing tip. The girl only moaned even louder and began rocking her pussy back and forth. She was extremely wet by now, and Girard could even see drops of her pussy juices running down the inside of her bare thigh. It seemed that she could not wait to take his massive cock any longer, and luckily for her, Girard could not wait to be plunged deep inside of her either. Lining up his huge rod with her pussy, Girard put one hand on her lower back to steady the girl. 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