Prince Richard called out. The entowered beauty lowered her long, magical tresses. Darker than foretold. A trick of the enchantment of sunset?

“Zounds! Finally plucking a virgin!” His cod piece quivered.

Her voice was wet, desperate, and panting. “Hurry, lover! Mine cleft doth ache to feel thee inside!”

He throbbed, knowing she had started without him.

Lustfully scaling her roped hair, he gripped the window frame and gazed on her naked splendor; legs wantonly spread, inflamed maidenhood glistening.

Filling his fists was the longest pubic hair ever known.

“WHAHHHhhhh…?!”

He plummeted; death claimed him.

“Fucketh me! Men sucketh!” she sighed.