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“Yes, yes, I know,” She mumbled half to herself and sighed.
She quickly fumbled with the belt and buttons of his trousers. The damn things didn’t want to come off and she could hear Bjorn chuckling to himself, laughing at her inexperience. That only spurred Erna on and before he knew it, he was exposed and her thighs were wrapped around him again, pulling him in close.
“Erna, seriously, what are you doing?”
Embarrassed by the unintentional situation, Erna applied all her training before Bjorn could stop her. Shy at first, but step by step, with sincere, ladylike repose, she worked his hardened penis like it was a lollipop she had gotten at the festival.
Bjorn’s head went back and he let out a gasping moan. He tugged at Erna’s brown hair and his eyes were wide with the pleasure of her teasing.
The day when he had to calm a his hysterical wife after their first time was gone, now there was just this greed for the pleasure. He had done his best to control himself, out of respect for Buford, her birth place. That’s what the feeling had been all along. This place, where little Erna had been playing house, making daisy chains and other such childish games.
Erna noticed Bjorn’s furrowed brow and wondered if she had hurt him accidentally, he was thicker in her mouth than she expected.
“Are you hurt?” she asked, amidst shallow breaths of pleasure.
“No,” Bjorn replied, swallowing his saliva, he was salivating like a wild animal.
Erna went back to sucking on the tip of Bjorn and the surprised gasps from his urged her to try and take more. It was strange, his moans made her smile grow wide.
“Erna…stop it,” Bjorn whispers, but Erna was unrelenting.