THE GENERAL'S DISGRACED HEIR

"My Lord, please stop," a maid begged as she got rammed from behind. Her hands clutched the ends of the bedframe as she was shoved back and forth.

"I'm almost there, moan louder!" Elder Maison commanded the maid as his shaft filled her cave, thrusting with relentless fever. He could feel her walls squeezing him and urging his babymaker to spray them white.

"Hngh-Hngh-Hngh-Hngh."

PAH-PAH-PAH.

Aah-Aah-Aah-Aah.

The maid's moans filled the Elder's chamber, he would occasionally smack her fat mounds of ass, while his other hand held the hem of her dress in position.

With every slap that rained down on the maid's ass, a hand print would be imprinted, sending waves of pleasure coursing through like phantom electricity

"Muster all men in the courtyard! Time is of the essence!" A man's voice seeped through the doors from outside as the boots of several men ran through the hall, "came on you shit princesses, the intruder has already breached the gates," the man mocked his aim to rally them, "I swear if you don't move faster you'll be dealing with me before the intruder is upon you".

Elder Maison still pounding the maid felt his frustration through the rough. He was almost done with his cute maid but something had to interrupt his leisure time.

"For fuck's sake" Elder Maison cursed under his breath as he removed his rod from the maid's hole producing a vacuum-like plop sound.

Her knees buckled beneath her, and the maid collapsed to the floor, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. "Rest now. I'll return at nightfall." With that, he turned and strode purposefully from the room, the urgent commotion outside demanding his attention.

A sigh escaped Elder Maison's lips. "Of all the days," he murmured, the weight of the world seemingly pressing down on his shoulders as he zipped his pants up. "Huh," he released an exhausted sigh, again, his hands on the doorknob.

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