Buried in the coarse hair of her pubis my nose nudged the turgid stem of her clitoris causing her to mewl like a kitten. The cloth floated off forgotten, and her hand traced tantalizing trails below my navel getting ever closer until it played in soft curls. Without mercy, she teased me, holding back what I wanted so badly while I lay there like a slut offering everything. He snatched a handful of her dark linen dress and tore it down the front. In spite of my predicament, my eyes wandered to her bosom. The taste of her own blood was bitter in her throat. And an overwhelmed sob burst from her lips followed by a moan of lust more like that of an animal than anything she ever thought she could produce. She pulled a pin out of her hair and opened the lock. And she somehow felt empty and forsaken. La Princesa.