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Memoirs w/Monchi ~Cetrine~
🕑 Added 2025-05-02 01:49:12 +0000 UTCIt was far too late to have such a resolution, but she would never let Louisa talk her into something like this again. Besides the lack of conviction behind the thought, Cetrine was well aware of certain inclinations that become routine as addictions. This wasn't comparable to Louisa suggesting overcoming her aversion to alcohol because of the stigma attached to her father. She had only become intoxicated the first few times accustoming to what were stronger spirits, leading to an unfortunate trait of daring actions--but this?
"Cazzo!" she growled through clenched teeth. Her body reflexively clenched as Gorgi's member hit deeper.
"Oh!" Monchi exclaimed, pausing in his assault on her bowels. "Are you alright?"
A spike in anger she could feel was clear on her face until masking it under the intensity already there. This felt too awkward and had no idea how to feel. Part of her wanted the fat megero off of her, gross that he was expressing concern like lovers. On the other the other hand, the relentless, rough pounding was her preference (likely told to him by Louisa). Anal was a deep taboo that enhanced a tumult of emotions that aroused like no other in the right mindset. Thus why this seemed dangerous.
"It's fine!" Cetrine snapped, biting back almost blurting after to not stop.
Louisa even went as far as to leave them alone, despite being her idea, cooing 'allowing them to have their private time '.
Adjusting his grip on her thighs and repositioning his squat, the veteran prostitute resumed his prior rhythm. Monchi had known Louisa when she was a courtesan and would have over a decade of experience. His ability was to be expected and his girth added to the reputation. The pressure was more intense that used to, lending to the sensation of ecstasy and having to excrete.
Cetrine had been focusing on watching the log pass in and out of her before making the mistake of looking up. The mix of a baby doll's features in perfectly round cheeks with beady eyes, lips thick as split sausages pursed in exerting effort caused her to burst into laughter. Monchi must have known as he too began to guffaw. This finally helped put her at ease. Louisa wanted her to get past her aversion to men with someone she herself trusted, and she could trust in turn. She was supposed to enjoy herself and she would try instead of overthink it; this was sex. Nothing more. A curious form of therapy, but nothing was ever so simple with her princess.
With pats to his cheek, she signaled to up his intensity. Securing her grip behind the sweaty rolls of Monchi's neck, Cetrine synced with his pace, using the momentum of the bouncing bed to thrust her hips. She could feel fluids begin to build and trickle up her backside. The distracting thought she was glad to have changed the sheets in advance was a momentary distraction.
"You indeed are Louisa's woman." Monchi panted.
Cetrine only smiled, taking the compliment.
Time passed with more sounds of sex filling the room. The knocking of the black oak against the wall with minor groans from the sturdy wood. Monchi's hot breath wafted over her with the smell of cinnamon, an aromatic part of the profession for high-end courtesans. Grunts, groans and curses under breath were drowned out from the clapping of perspirating flesh. Cetrine could feel him harden even more as her anus stretched even more around meat, signaling it was around that time.
Their clasped hands for the final push.
"C'mon! Do it, fill me." she demanded.
Monchi only responded with gradually shortening of breaths.
"I said to fill me, you fat bastard! Spara nelle mie viscere!" she growled louder, demanding a response.
That odd aloof expression came over his face that he did with Louisa at times, now with some understanding behind it. He understood the game, the powerplay.
"Of course, madam." he replied.
"Excuse me? I'm the lordess of this land and knight! How do you best address me?!" Cetrine shot back with a smirk.
"Yes, Your Lordess!" he exclaimed right in time as his hips made one final heave. Immediately the hot spunk flooded Cetrine's innards. Hot blasts matched the hefty scrotum's retractions pulsing against her. A satisfying sensation.
Giving themselves a brief moment to recover some dignity and composure, Cetrine relaxed back on the warm and somewhat damp sheets. Monchi knelt while maintaining his place in her and stretched his back, belly grazing slightly against her.
"Whew! Who knows if I can keep up such a way for long." he pondered aloud.
"It was a good effort, old man." Cetrine teased. "I've no complaints." she finished, bringing a squint eyed smiled to his face.
Patting her stomach in congratulation for all her had saved up and spent in her, Monchi began to pull out. Cetrine felt and her the gasp of air immediately before being choked off by the thick warmth that flood out of the gape in her.
This was an experience. She didn't hate it, Cetrine concluded.
