Henrietta de Tristain - Part 2

All the while she led Jokuro to a run down motel to wait out her plan, Henrietta never once stopped the younger boy form handily molesting her body. One hand happily sinking in to the swell of her large, bosom, toying with her hard nipple while the other squeezed her bodacious rear end, pulling and jostling the skin around under Louise’s tiny skirt that she was wearing - and even running his fingers over her bare slit, let out because none of Louise’s underwear could fit her more mature body.

Finally, after the boy payed for a room for the night, they made their way in and with a click, the door shut behind them leaving them in a sparse bedroom, with only one bed and lit by a multitude of candle flames.

She separated from the boy, trying to squash the urge of disappointment she felt when the tingles of pleasure he had raking through her form disappeared. With her face flushed, the gorgeous purple haired princess made her way over to the bed slightly before turning to face him, cheeks red and a beaming smile on her face; “My young lord, I thank you for all your help,” she said, then trailed off slightly scratching her chin in slight embarrassment, “Although, you may have been a tad too handsy.”

Jokuro grinned, “Can you blame me princess?” he chuckled, staring her right in the eye, with naught a hint of shame, “How could I simply pass the chance to feel the body of a goddess like beauty such as yourself against me?”

“A-ah is that so…?” the purple haired beauty sheepishly laughed, heart going a flutter. None had ever said something so brazen before her, not even the previous love of his life, it was all flowery speeches of love and never truly went anywhere besides one chaste kiss, and here this one young noble boy, younger than himself had indulged himself with her body and even now she could feel her nether region throb with an intensity she had never felt before and all because of this young, handsome noble rogue.

Sudden shouting and rampant feet pounding on the stairs broke Henrietta from her flushed thoughts. They could only be looking for her. Thinking fast, she swiped her fingers through the buttons of her top, them coming undone easily thanks to how tightly her bosom made Louise’s shirt on her.

Her face flushed harder as she saw Jokuro’s eyes drop and zero in one her large, round breasts bouncing in to clear view. She had no time to be embarrassed though and quickly stomped over, grabbing him and pulling backwards so she could push him onto the bed and land on top of him, pressing her large, tanned breasts into his chest.

Just then, the door was kicked open by two men who began shouting, only to stop and stare in stupefied awe as they saw the beautiful princess from her bare back and the large squishiness of her sideboob pressing out from where theey were pressed against Jokuro. Their lips mashed together and one of his hands sliding up her skirt, showing off one bouncy round ass cheek gripped in his hand.

Breaking the kiss slightly, Jokuro growled at the men, “Oi you damn peasants, buzz off will you?” he snarled angrily, “Can’t you see I’m about to fuck my girl here silly?”

“S-sorry!” one of them apologized before they stepped out and slammed the door shut.

Henrietta was just about to sigh in relief, only for Jokuro to fist one strong hand in her glamorous purple hair and drag her into a deep, tongue wrestling lip lock once more, a moan of surprise escaping her from their conjoined mouths and then a squeal as she felt that hand leave her hair and join the other on her bouncy buttox and begin to molest her toned backside.