.

"Of course you can, Victoria," Matthew whispered. He wanted to be careful not to force her into anything she was not ready for. He gently brushed her hair off her face with his fingertips as he spoke to her.

"i know you can make me feel wonderful, if you are comfortable doing so."
 
A wave of pleasure washed over Matthew as Victoria's mouth enveloped his cock. Her tongue ran sharply and clumsily over the head, causing a mild distraction, but nothing he would trade for the world.

"yes, that's it darling" Matthew groaned as she continued to suckle his cock. now, loosen your tongue a little, and just softly caress it as you go...yes, that's wonderful."

"Now," he instructed, "take your hand, and wrap it around the portion not in your mouth. Now grip it lightly and stroke up and down....oh, yes darling. You can use your hand to prevent it going in too far."

Matthew was in heaven. Victoria's warm, wet mouth was sending shockwaves which started from his cock and spread all over his body. He was lost in the ultimate pleasure Victoria was giving him.
 
Somewhere in the fog of his lustful haze, Matthew was having trouble believing that Victoria was the "innocent" she claimed to be. She was certainly giving him pleasure as though she had been practicing for years.

She was sucking his cock with just the right amount of pressure and softness, her warm, wet mouth nearly enveloping it, then drawing back before plunging down again. Her head was moving in an enchanting rhythm, stimulating the head while sending tingling flashes down to his balls.

He felt the rush start deep down in his legs, and he knew that if she didn't stop now, that rush would soon overtake him in orgasm. "Victoria darling," he panted heavily between breaths, "it's coming...I'm close now...If you continue...I'll come now..." He tried to hold back the inevitable, wanting to respect the girl enough to give her a choice.
 
"I don't know what happens, but if it will make you feel better, do it," she said innocently.

He would like to have explained it to her, but the steady rhythm of her petite hand combined with her heavenly question sent him into oblivion.

A sudden rush charged his body, and a fantastic blinding filled his head, momentarily shutting down his sight and hearing. He took in one last breath, and then cried out loudly as all the energy in his body seemed to rush forth at once and pour out of the end of his cock.
 
He breathed out a kind of exhausted laugh and leaned forward to kiss her gently on the forehead.

"That is my semen; my seed." She looked at him blankly. He smiled warmly at her. "The stuff that produces children, silly girl."

Matthew took his pocket hankerchief from his coat, and gingerly wiped the stuff from her body. He then took her lovingly in to his arms and laid with her for some time, lightly brushing the fingers through her hair and planting kisses on the top of her head as she seemed to him to doze.

As he caressed her, his mind raced pondering the details of how he should go about successfully establishling her lineage. It would be a tricky business. English history was replete with Lords made laughingstock by some harlot who convinced them of a secret noble birthright. It was going to take all of his substantial leverage to accomplish, but if in the end she would be his forever, he was willing to take the risk.
 
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