My First Anal Surrender: Firmine’s Virgin Ass in the Salon
In the grand salon of the Magloire house, Bois de Boulogne, 1793. My heart hammered like a drum. Georges on the sofa, recounting the hunt for Daurcelle. His voice steady, but my mind raced. Sisters watching, smirking. Fulvia’s tease hung in the air. Two men? Me in the middle? But no. My ass was his…