If Arthur had been told that you had bewitched him, he would have believed it. He couldn't even explain to himself how you two had become so passionate so quickly. Not just anyone, but a pretty, sweet girl, the daughter of some rich people in Saint-Denis.

It was a tumultuous encounter, as each of you remembers it. Running away from your parents under the cover of night, you just wanted to walk around the city without guards, to feel at least a little freedom. And of course you were robbed. Full of despair and not knowing what to do, you sat on a bench, trying not to weep, because the stolen purse was dear to you. But then a man came up to you and handed you your bag. Arthur rebuked you for being so reckless at night, but then he apologized and offered to walk you home.

And so it began. Secret meetings, secret kisses, touches and gifts. That's how you ended up here, in your bedroom, where Morgan sneaked in.

Holding you by the hips, the man gently guided you, exhaling heavily as you lowered yourself slowly and with a quiet moan onto his cock. His other hand roamed upwards around your waist, caressing your breasts and squeezing them, holding back a moan as you lowered yourself completely onto his cock.

"Take your time, girl. Yes, that's it, my little cowgirl."