Adonis had taken her to one of the luxurious bedrooms, where her maids came running to her, all excited. His hand folded around his hard cock slowly pumping up and down as he stood in front of his queen pulling hard first on one nipple then the other, making her squirm and cry, her quim dripping wet with what the imps had done to her; she didn’t think she could hold out much longer. When they had calmed, he lifted Katerina off the table telling her they had to go around the ballroom thanking everyone for attending their wedding and allowing everyone who wished to touch her could do so. ‘Sorry, yes of course you can, do you take milk and sugar?’
As he watched me, he had taken his coat off and was rolling his shirt sleeves up to his elbows, he simply asked, ‘Do you know what the name Katrina means?’ Then said, ‘Milk, no sugar thank you.’
‘Huh, no I don’t what my name means, why, do you?’
‘Yes, I do, would you like me to tell
