Life Recreated

Edward

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Edward held his dirk, uneven, looking into Mary's big, beautiful eyes.

He stammered, only parts of words that he could evoke, but under the circumstances was not able to round up intelligent sentences. 

She sat on him, unafraid, in white like a human spectra. smiling her soft, and lovely smile, while the dirk cut deeper into her throat.

She held his cock, which was fully erect. Her gentle hands, felt like velvet on him. 

'T-tell me,' he managed a command. 

Mary did not reply.

She was so beautiful, the fire of burning villages illuminated her with a sinful glimmer, almost like an apparition.  She had beautiful eyes, those of lilic ones, round and big. her lashes were long, her lips provocative, and her build, slender.

'Tell me, or I'll cut your throat at once.' 

Mary resumed stroking his groin with her right hand, as she placed her left hand on her shoulder, pulling at her gown. It fell to over her shoulder, just above her breast. Her skin was without blemishes, pure and silky white.

Edward gave a jerk, which inserted a little blood. It tripled down her throat, and still she continued teasing him.

Her eyes mocking him, her bosom modestly big. Her ass that sat on his thighs, rock hard.

'you are Mary of Dome,' he exclaimed, 'why are you here?'

Mary's long hair was fashioned around her face, pushing down on her eyes. He did not need her now, to hold it for him to stand hard. Her sight had concluded. Her lust. His lust.

Edward removed the dirk from her throat, threw it out of the tent, and raised himself onto a sitting position. Holding Mary firmly in place against his cock. He looked at her. She looked back. her eyes inviting him.

Edward leaned in to kiss Mary. And when their lips touched, they kissed devotedly and within utter passion.