Rejected as a Commoner, Wanted as an Heir

I'm willing

I clenched softly her neck and my forehead pressed on hers. I did that to stop her from talking, because I knew the Vodka she skinked in one gulp took over her. It was a very strong drink and prolly giving it to her was a mistake. I tried regressing, but then the urge to plunge deeper took the better part of me. She didn’t restrain as well. Her hands were down, but then her eyes were closed. She gave me full access to her lips. Her lips felt so soft like butter and her breath had a tingling sensation that it hurled to my spine. My hands went slowly to her waist and immediately my dobber hardened, and it created a strong bulge in-between my thighs. It pushed hard to my pants. Our breathing became slow but slightly ragged. My hands rubbed slowly around her body and to her strawberry cream. Finally she placed her right hand on my face tenderly. Her touch came with an enamored sensation. The tension fired up, as I grabbed her green turtle neck gown, she wore since she came. Things became f