Blonde Prinzessin fickt mit ihrem Prinzen

In the luscious, verdant gardens of the royal palace, Princess Helga sauntered by the bubbling fountain, her flowing platinum tresses shimmering in the warm summer sun. The charming blonde beauty, clad in a sheer white gown that revealed tantalizing glimpses of her supple curves, could scarcely contain her excitement as she anticipated her secret tryst. Her dashing prince, enchanted by her beguiling beauty and alluring figure, had promised a rendezvous in the secluded gazebo, far from the prying eyes of the court.

As Princess Helga approached the gazebo, she noticed her prince awaiting her, resplendent in his royal finery. The young lover’s dark eyes smoldered with desire as he beheld the vision of loveliness before him. Helga’s pulse quickened, and a rosy blush stained her porcelain cheeks as she hurried to join her love. The air crackled with sexual tension, and a palpable sense of anticipation hung heavy in the balmy air.

“My darling prince,” Helga breathed, falling into his strong arms. “I have awaited this moment for what feels an eternity.”

The prince’s hands roamed her figure possessively, caressing the swell of her ample bosom through the gossamer fabric of her gown. He leaned in close, his hot breath fanning her ear as he whispered, “And now, my sweet stick-t MATERIALS OF THE ARTICLE This article is a work of fiction.. We use affiliate links on this site to earn a commission from tourism/booking sites and if you would like hear about our privacy policy as well as our GDPR compliance, click here. Princess, you are rightfully mine, and I intend to claim you as such.”

Helga shivered with desire, her body aching for his touch. The prince’s hands deftly unfastened the laces of her gown, and the garment slipped to the ground in a puddle of sheer fabric. Beneath, the princess wore only a delicate shift, which did little to conceal her womanly charms. Her hardened nipples poked against the thin fabric, betraying the depth of her arousal.

The prince’s eyes darkened with lust as he drank in the sight of her nearly nude form. He seized her curvy hips, pulling her flush against him. Helga could feel the hard ridge of his manhood pressing urgently against her belly, and she let out a shuddered gasp. The princess’s delicate hands set to work untying the laces of his doublet, anxious to feel his bare skin against her own.

As the prince’s garments yielded to her eager fingers, Helga’s hands roamed his chiseled chest and stomach appreciatively. The prince’s flesh was hot to the touch, and she could feel the bunched muscles of his shoulders twitch beneath her palms. His large hands cupped her ample breasts, thumbs teasing the pebbled peaks of her nipples until she was writhing against him, desperate for more.

Sensing her need, the prince lowered his mouth to her heaving bosom, taking a hardened rosy peak between his teeth. He suckled gently, rolling the nub against his tongue until Helga bucked against him, mewling her pleasure. His hand slid down her quivering stomach, fingers delving beneath the hem of her shift to cup her most intimate parts.

“Oh, my darling prince,” Helga gasped, flushing with shame even as she ground herself wantonly against his hand. “You unravel me utterly.”

The princess’s juices coated the prince’s fingers as he stroked her quivering folds, making her body tremble with desire. He circled her aching pearl gently, sending jolts of electric pleasure coursing through her. Helga could feel the coil of ecstasy building deep within her, tightening with each skilled caress of her lover’s fingers.

Just as she was nearing the precipice of bliss, the prince withdrew his hand, drawing a keening cry of protest from the princess. Undeterred, he quickly shed the remainder of his garments, revealing his impressive, straining manhood. Hovering over her prone form, the prince slowly slipped his throbbing length into her welcoming body, groaning at the feel of her tight walls enveloping him.

Helga cried out in rapture as he filled her completely. “Yes, my love!” she sobbed, hooking her legs around his hips. “Take me, make me yours!”

With a low snarl, the prince began to move, his hard length pistoning in and out of her slick channel. The princess met his thrusts eagerly, her inner muscles rippling along his shaft in erotic perfection. He pounded into her mercilessly, the gazebo shaking with the force of their coupling.

Delirious with pleasure, Helga could feel the prince’s velvet length pulsing inside her, signaling his impending release. Throwing her head back, she surrendered to the overwhelming sensations crashing over her, her body stiffening as ecstasy exploded through her being.

The prince followed swiftly, his manhood jerking as he spilled his seed deep inside her welcoming body. He collapsed atop her, both lovers heaving from the exertion of their passionate lovemaking.

As they lay entwined on the gazebo floor, the prince pulled Helga close, his arms wrapped protectively around her. “My princess,” he murmured, pressing a tender kiss to her damp brow. “My everything.”

Helga offered him a blissful, sated smile, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his sweat-slicked chest. “And you, my prince, are my heart. Now and always.”

With their love sealed in the most intimate way, the joyous lovers lay contentedly in each other’s embrace, basking in the afterglow of their passionate tryst. The future looked rosy indeed for these star-crossed sweethearts, and their everlasting passion promised to burn brightly for generations to come.