My First Orgy Awakening in the 18th-Century Manor
That 18th-century manor, with its pine-shaded park, still haunts my dreams. Early morning light filtered through half-open shutters. Eros slept like a god after our torrid night. Heart fluttering, I slipped naked under satin sheets. Nipples grazed his sun-kissed skin. Fingers traced thighs, belly. No turning back. I engulfed his pulsing cock, tongue swirling. He…