Dickbusiges Burgfräulein vom Ritter gefickt

Title: “Busty Barmaid’s Steamy Ride with the Reckless Ritter”

In a medieval tavern, the most ravishing barmaid in town, Gwendolyn, was wiping down the oak tables, her ample bosom heaving with each movement. Her black corset struggled to contain her buxom figure, making her breasts look like two ripe melons ready to burst free. Her long raven hair was coiled in an intricate knot, with wispy strands framing her heart-shaped face.

Just then, a scruffy face peeked through the door. It was Ritter, the village rogue, with an aura of danger and a wink in his eye. Gwendolyn felt a shiver run down her spine, but she tried to ignore it. Ritter was the worst kind of trouble, the kind that could both excite and ruin a barmaid.

“Well, well, if it isn’t the tavern’s fiery vixen,” Ritter drawled, sauntering inside with a swagger. “Looks like you’ve outgrown your blouse, my dear.”

Gwendolyn narrowed her eyes, “Ritter, you insufferable swine. I haven’t seen you in months. What brings you back?”

Ritter leaned over the counter, his gaze lingering on her cleavage. “You’re looking mighty fine, Gwen. What do you say we have a little fun, just like old times?”

Gwendolyn’s breath hitched. She had always been irresistibly drawn to Ritter’s bad-boy charm. Their previous trysts were wild and steamy, leaving her aching for more. But she knew she shouldn’t give in to temptation, not with her chastity pledge.

Just as Ritter was about to pounce, a burly knight entered the tavern, interrupting their heated moment. “Barmaid!” he barked. “Bring me ale, and don’t you dare come empty-handed,” his eyes devoured her body with lecherous intent.

Gwendolyn glowered at the knight, already resenting his presence. Ritter seized the opportunity, whispering in her ear, “Why don’t you reset your sights on something… bigger, my dear?” He boldly rubbed her bottom.

Gwendolyn gasped, “Ritter! Not here.” But her resolve was weakening, the knight’s crude advances making Ritter’s touch all the more tempting.

Enraged by the knight’s demand, Ritter decided to Even the score. He grabbed Gwen’s arm, “Come with me. NOW.” It was a command she could not resist.

In the storeroom, Ritter spun her around, roughly pressing her against the wall. “I’ve waited long enough,” he growled, yanking down her corset to expose her perfect breasts. Gwendolyn moaned as he tweaked her nipples, pinching and rolling them between his fingers. His other hand slid under her skirt, his calloused hands stroking her inner thighs torturously.

“Please… Ohmigod, Ritter!” she panted, grinding her hips against his growing erection.

“Tell me you still want me, Gwen. Tell me this little knight doesn’t set your loins on fire like I do,” he demanded, unfastening his breeches.

“Ritter! Yes, I want you. I always have!” she confesses breathlessly.

With a low growl, Ritter hikes up her skirt and slams inside her soaked, quivering pussy. Gwendolyn cries out, her walls gripping him like a vice as he pounds into her savagely, her huge tits bouncing with each forceful thrust.

“Yes, oh fuck yes! Take me, Ritter! I’m yours!” she screams, voicing her lust after months of pent-up desire. Her cunt is on fire, clenching around his pistoning cock as he rails her against the wall.

“Not gonna last, babe. Too fucking hot,” Ritter grunts, his fingers digging into her hips as he ruts her like an animal. Gwendolyn is lost to the sensation, feeling his balls slap against her with each savage thrust. Suddenly, she’s cumming on his cock, quivering and moaning, soaking his pistoning shaft with her juices.

Ritter smothers her cries with a brutal kiss, biting her lip and swallowing her screams of ecstasy as she milks his cock. With a low groan in her mouth, Ritter explodes inside her, flooding her spasming cunt with hot ropes of seed.

“Fuck, Gwen, you’re insatiable,” he pants, catching his breath. Gwendolyn smiles coyly, licking her lips. “Only with you, Ritter. Only with you.”

After straightening their clothes, the couple sneaks back into the tavern, hand in hand. Ritter throws the burly knight a smug grin, slinging an arm around Gwendolyn’s shoulders. The knight scowls, knowing he’s been outmatched by a true knight of pleasure. Gwendolyn leans into Ritter’s embrace, knowing that this is only the beginning of their scandalous escapades. She has finally sold her chastity to the relentless, insatiable devil she adores most.