Princess Of The Insurgents - Chapter 57 Its Surprisingly Hot.

Reaching Jane’s room wasn’t so difficult for Retiisi, but to open the door to his Princess, he needed her full cooperation. Seeing the deplorable condition of the girl, he laid her down on the floor and already prepared for the eventuality of such an outcome, he took a small metal vial out of his pocket.

However, once again, Jane refused to cooperate, and in order to get her to open her mouth, he had to pinch her nose. Deprived of oxygen, in order to swallow air, the beautiful sleeping girl instinctively opened her little mouth.

At that moment, the driver took the opportunity to pour the contents of the vial into Jane’s throat. After coughing, she opened her eyes slightly and fell asleep again.

Five long minutes went by, during which Retiisi laughed alone, guessing that that filthy mayor, probably hadn’t thought of this problem.

The doors of the chambers can only be opened with the help of the personal assistant of those who occupy them, and with a Jane in the wind, this pervert would have had a hard time managing to take advantage of the Princess’ body.

The contents of the vial eventually took effect. Jane, able to understand what Retiisi was asking of her, managed after a few laborious attempts to open the door that separated her from her bed.

However, when her driver put her on the comfortable mattress that made her moan with happiness, Jane could not take her eyes off Retiisi’s pants, which once again lifted up at the level of his crotch.

“Princess, please don’t be so barbaric. I can guarantee that if you squeeze my sex that hard, you’ll definitely damage my manhood. For pity’s sake, I implore you to release the poor man that I am.”

Jane, still completely drunk but now able to act more or less consciously, holds firmly in her right hand, the bump that forms underneath Retiisi’s pants. It’s extremely hard, sometimes it moves slightly by itself in her hand and Jane who discovers this strange object that seems to be alive, bursts out laughing.

She laughs for a few seconds, then she becomes extremely calm. Too calm, so calm that Retiisi, who suffers from crotch pain, seeing the beautiful girl watching his pants the way a predator observes its prey, fears the worst.

“Retiisi, show me what you’re hiding under there.”

The poor man who’s trapped by the hand of his Princess, would like to cry. He can’t deny that he’s often imagined making love to this perfectly-looking girl, however, she’s now completely drunk and not very gentle with what makes him a man.

“Princess, you are not aware of your actions, so I cannot accede to your request. The serum will dissipate the alcohol in your body, but until then it’s time for you to rest.”

Jane refuses this request. It doesn’t make any sense. Who’s drunk? Aren’t her actions extremely precise? Besides, she’s now 18 and it’s high time she saw what a man looks like up close.

When a burst of laughter comes out of the mouth of his Princess, whose eyes shine brighter than ever, Retiisi quivers. He knows this is not good and when he feels his body freeze, he breathes a sigh of helplessness inside.

Seeing himself take off from the ground, then flying over the bed for a moment and finally land on it with bent knees, his brain enters a fight where good and evil face each other.

When Jane pulls down her pants, the good that was fighting in the name of Retiisi’s conscience is driven away in an instant.

Jane had already seen young men masturbating from afar, but watching a man’s sex up close is much more impressive. She wonders why this sex, which if she compares it with the ones she observed, is very beautiful in size, has so many visible veins. Would Retiisi have blood circulation problems in the wrong place?

crying with laughter at the thought of many such nonsense, Jane taps her driver’s shoulder who, under her mental control, can’t move a muscle. As before, Jane suddenly stops laughing. Very interested in this masculine thing she discovers, she puts her hand forward.

When she catches the sex of Retiisi, she feels that it is too big for her little hand and that, curiously enough, it is surprisingly hot.

Jane digs a little deeper into her memories to remember how the young men in her pacifist group used to do each other good, then she looks up at Retiisi’s face and smiles at him.

“So, do you still want me to fall asleep or do you want that that I keep masturbating you?”

Jane, whom he bravely saved from a pervert who was after her body, has become the dangerous person who preys on the weak. That’s the hypocritical thought of Retiisi who, feeling his princess’ hand sliding up and down along his sex, desires more than anything to spend the night with this beautiful girl.

However, he likes to take the initiative, so the liar tries to express his indignation out loud, but he realizes that like the rest of his body, his mouth cannot make the slightest sound.

He doesn’t want to answer? Well, Jane doesn’t care about the answer from the man who has been staring at her body all day. Still caressing Retiisi’s big, hot sex, Jane runs the index finger of her other hand over the tip of the glans of her driver who has just let out a little liquid.

By rubbing between two fingers this liquid which is clear without being clear, she notices that it is very slightly thick, but not enough to be disgusting. In fact, it doesn’t look like the viscous white liquid that came out of the sex of the young men who spied on her, when she was having fun showing herself off.

Increasingly interested in this masculine thing, Jane drops the Sex de Retiisi so she can take off her dress.

According to her meager knowledge of the subject, it is likely that when she is naked in front of him, her driver should be even more excited and thus, she will be able to force him to offer her the famous viscous liquid that has occupied her mind so much since the first time she saw it.

Totally naked, her body boiling against her driver’s body, Jane directs her left breast to the from the mouth of Retiisi. She sits down on the thighs of the man whose sex has never been harder and she plunges her hand between his thighs.

Her hand surrounds the sex of Retiisi, which contracts even more. Jane looks down to watch her hand coming and going along this big thing whose secrets she now wants to discover. Feeling Retiisi’s sex jump into her hand twice in a row, Jane smiles.

As she had predicted, this man is no different from the others.
for visiting.

As her breathing becomes faster and faster, her excitement that never stops rising in her body, Jane directs her free hand towards her vagina. She gently strokes her labia majora with her index finger and is about to put it on her clitoris, but a thought that crosses her mind suddenly shatters all her desires.

Why does this man who hasn’t stopped looking at her refuse to taste her breast? Not to mention her only breast, Retiisi hasn’t touched her once.

Yes, it can only mean one thing. Disappointed and drunk, Jane doesn’t think for a moment to the mental control which she exercises over Retiisi. She looks at him, thinking of all her wasted efforts and releases the sex of her driver who’s about to come in her hand.

“You know, Retiisi, just because I’m your boss doesn’t mean you can’t be honest with me. I’m already 18 and tonight, I really wanted to offer you my virginity, but now that I know the truth, I’m afraid that’s not possible. Tell me! Why didn’t you tell me you prefer men?”