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Cesare, calling himself kind, it seemed, sincerely so considered.
Eileen for a moment forgot that before her was the Grand Duke himself, and with bewilderment looked at him.
Having caught the emotions in Eileen's eyes, Cesare slightly smirked.
He continued tenderly to stroke her body which still periodically was shaken.
"If I were not kind, you, probably, at all would not have been able to come out of the mansion," he said, wiping wet eyelashes.
"And would not have seen the plants which you so love."
His calm voice forced Eileen slowly to blink in surprise.
Since he touched her eyelashes, the fingers evoked a light tickling.
She trembled and blinked several more times, from which Cesare snorted.
"Stick out the tongue."
*‘Is it really I did something not so?’* Eileen for a moment sank into thought, but so didn't find an answer.
*‘How I would like it if His Highness at least a little shared his thoughts.’* Although she well knew his character, in such moments it was difficult to understand what he conceived.
In the end Eileen didn't answer, but only timidly stuck out the tongue, watching his reaction.
Between lips an ayly piece of flesh showed.
He softly drew it into his mouth, bit it and set about to rub with the tongue, bringing her to frenzy.
The phallus still located inside Eileen again began to harden.
She sensed how it progressively increased inside her.
The member which had become softer after the previous seed-ejaculation now again filled her.
While her bottom was being excited, Cesare continued tenderly to kiss her.
It looks like he tried to distract her from that which was happening below—the kiss was soft and teasing.
Pleasant sensations and heaviness in the stomach forced Eileen involuntarily to emit a quiet groan.
"M-mmm..."
In response he began to caress her breast, kindling her feelings.
When his fingers touched the nipples, over Eileen's body an electric discharge ran, and the bottom of the stomach fluttered.
When Eileen fidgeted, Cesare stopped the kiss.
He licked her wet lips and ordered to lay hands on his chest.
"Hold them, and I will suck."
Embarrassedly, Eileen lifted the breast with both hands.
He praised her and set about to lick the firm nipples.
From wet touches she jerked.
Vagina instinctively squeezed the member inside.
Already saturated with seed and her juices, the walls massaged the intruder, delivering to him pleasant sensations.
It seemed it beseeched deeper.
Eileen was disconcerted: despite the fact that she had no strength left to move, the bottom continued to move of itself.
"Strongly squeezing." Cesare widely lead with tongue over the areola, then with noise drew the nipple into mouth and lifted eyes.
His red pupils stared at Eileen.
"Do you like it when I suck the breast and fuck you?"
Eileen bit her lip.
Even simply to hold her breast was shameful and awkward—how could she answer such a question?
But she promised to be honest with him.
"Yes..." she whispered and immediately added: "Pardon."
"For what?"
Eileen stealthily glanced down.
The fabric of the sofa was all soiled.
And not only it—the lower part of Cesare's body was also flooded with her juices.
His uniform which he until now hadn’t taken off was wet and covered with stains.
"I... too was carried away... and soiled all..." Eileen didn't finish and lowered eyes.
Cesare narrowed eyes and smirked.
"You finished on me."
"..."
Eileen closed eyes.
Cesare quietly laughed and again set about to suck her breast.
She mentally scolded her vagina which without asking squeezed his member.
Having suppressed the surged excitement, she again spoke:
"By the way, Cesare-nim..." She decided at once to express all that concerned her.
"Actually, now my body behaves very strangely.
Everything pricks...
To me it's altogether not bad, even very pleasant, but... this scares...
I don't control myself..."
While she was speaking, Cesare continued to lick her breast, interrupting her with groans.
Eileen squeezed the breast with hands so it would be more convenient for him, and continued: "Therefore... oh...
In the third time, probably, I won't withstand...
Maybe we’ll limit ourselves to two?"
She conceived this after long reflections.
Having pouted lips, she muttered: "And desirably not so as last time..."
"Scared?"
"A little.
Not strongly." He tore away from her breast and looked into her eyes.
"Then, maybe, you yourself will move?"
Eileen didn't understand his hint and rounded eyes.
Only when Cesare took her by the thighs and slowly moved up-down, it came to her.
"Manage?"
Honestly speaking, she was not sure.
But this seemed better than to allow Cesare to do all himself.
Eileen hesitated, but in the end silently nodded.
Then, with delay, squeezed out: "Yes..."
To answer the question of the Grand Duke with a nod was not the best habit.
But since she knew him from childhood, sometimes she unconsciously behaved like a child.
Cesare never scolded her for this, therefore the habit didn't vanish.
*‘Need to try better...’* Reproaching herself for awkwardness, Eileen decided to do all to deliver to him pleasure.
"Don't overstrain." Cesare patiently explained how to move.
He ordered her to lay hands on his shoulders and slowly sway hips forward-back.
Eileen cautiously slightly lifted.
The sensation of how the massive member slides inside broke from her a jerky exhale.
She again tensed thighs, then just as cautiously lowered.
Although movements were tormentingly slow, Cesare didn't cease to encourage and praise her.
He threw back wet hair and whispered: "You are handling well, Eileen."
His praise indeed instilled confidence, although actually there was nothing of the kind.
Probably, the matter was in how undisguisedly he demonstrated pleasure from each her movement.
His always clear red eyes now slightly clouded from enjoyment, eyelids reddened, and muscles tensed.
Watching him, Eileen felt how in the stomach heat was kindling.
*‘Here's why Cesare-nim ordered me to be honest.’* The partner's pleasure was extremely important.
She wanted to see how he enjoyed even more.
Eileen diligently followed his instructions.
Cesare supported her by the thighs, watching each movement.
"Like this...
Hit the right place?" Eileen moved hips, trying to find that same place.
His member was so large that even at a small depth it penetrated enough to touch the right point.
She startle and cried out.
"A-a-ah!
Y-yes!.." Trembling, she answered, and Cesare again praised her.
Each his approval as if deprived her of mind.
Eileen swallowed the accumulated saliva.
The neck was covered with goosebumps, waves of pleasure built up.
It was already a familiar sensation.
Although at first pressure on the very deepest point was painful, progressively it became pleasant.
Now she knew that after it follow would an incredibly sweet enjoyment.
Moving and groaning, she suddenly felt how Cesare firmly squeezed her lower back.
The clitoris pressed to the flat stomach.
Instinctively she rubbed against it with the swollen flesh, gasping.
A flash of pleasure forced her to move sharper.
The thick member entered deeper, stretching the wet walls.
The sensation of how the head pressed on the most sensitive place became unbearable.
"M-m-m, Cesare-nim..." She called his name, having been scared of the surged enjoyment.
Not having noticed how tears dripped on her cheeks, Eileen asked: "I-is it allowed... to kiss?"
It seemed this would help to cope with fear.
But he didn't answer immediately.
Having stared into his red eyes, she was out of breath: "I... so good... but scary...
If we kiss... it will be easier..."
She understood he could refuse, but all the same hoped.
Cesare silently looked at the crying Eileen, then suddenly frowned.
His stomach tensed and jerked.
The member inside her moved, and she again gasped.
With a grimace, almost frightening, he sharply pressed his lips to hers.