Lost in Pleasure from Deep Throating

I kissed her shoulder. Xhamster Built upon my land I maintained the Droit de Signeur over the occupants, though I admit I seldom exercised it. I pulled at the hood covering her head and released her golden curls and kissed her neck marking her as mine with a love bite. I kissed her shoulder. “Yes like a whore,” I answered. “Three yokels, good men and true witnessed our union, neither of us are married, that makes us married in common law.”
“I do not understand,” she said as she sat down on the grass beside the stone wall. “I submit,” she gasped as she caught up with me. “Your parts moistened at my touch,” I explained, “Maybe it was an unconscious desire, a subliminal reaction to any man’s predations, or maybe it was my persona which gave rise to it.”
“I have had no other touch me, how can I know?” she asked earnestly. Then the Mother Superior and aged spinster of some 100 years by the look of her and two assistant Nuns swept in. “I am afraid Lord Goth has a right to every maid’s maidenhead,” the older Nun explained. She gasped at my intrusion, but then merely whimpered. “Of course if either of us fornicate with another before sundown it is anulled,” I taunted, “But then we will have to have the blacksmith brand you as a whore.”
I fastened my breeches, she smoothed down her robe.