Young Hannah Hayes Engages With An Older Man

Sophia seemed troubled, but then pleased as instead of her womb being stretched and pounded now Capthorpe and she were adjoined at the skin, his hairy belly crushing her freshly clean shaven womans parts and bearing upon her womanly pleasures. “What say you now My Lord?” Madame asked. Sophia was well bred, some would say hansom, I suppose her mounds and hips were quite presentable though I own in nigh on a year of marriage I had never seen her dis robed, nor uncovered by bed clothes, but she was such a cold woman, passionless, and cold that even when I visited her bed, as like as not on a Saturday evening, she kept the counterpaine firmly around her neck and availed me no view of her body what so ever. “Suck me tit you daft cow,” Bessie chuckled as she allowed Sophia to breathe. “Not so fast, stand aside girl,” I ordered as with breeches cast aside I threw my shirt upon a chair and went to mount Sophia entirely bare.