SURPRISE MORNING QUICKIE FOR SLEEPING PETITE TEEN. MIA BANDINI

The order our suzerain gave us was to kill them all, using the knowledge that King Leandrus was more of a sociopath and less of a strategist in our favor. The poor idiot kept his entire royal bloodline stuck to his court and under his wing, living at his same quarters. It would be a good strategy, if you were certain that they were protected there, which was not the case. One of our elders once said, "A free and happy kingdom is amateur always a place for insecurity." He was right. Troops advancing on other lands aiming to enlarge his territory, enslave and loot, all in name of great and noble Caestyria, while the reign itself was so convinced that nothing could hit them that, here we were. With the right people for the job - mine - it was just a matter of using a festival, as they had many, as an excuse to be as close as possible to the castle at night, kill a guard teen or two, infiltrate the place and wait for the right time. King Leandrus had a top-notch army at the battlefield, at his borders, but that made his kingdom nothing but a nut; tricky shell on the outside but soft and easy to handle on the inside. The word around was that Leandrus was somewhat crazy, an abuser, a good king only to his servants but a tyrant to his own court, full of himself and nothing but a fool. Not that any of that mattered to me. I had my orders; I had my village to maintain and to lead. That job would buy my soldiers, my elders, my peasants and me some peace for the months to come; the whole winter would pass unnoticed. The large ladder to the annex tower was made turning left on its way up. The outer walls had thin and tall windows at every quarter circle and each seemed to face a cardinal direction. Although it was a thoughtful construction, now they were covered by bricks, turned petite into windows to another wall, I wouldn't know if on purpose or if it just happened that they covered them up with stone on the outside when they expanded this wing of the castle. The thing was, now they were weird. Moreover, useless. Mainly they represented what my thoughts were about the king's court, something to watch, merely decorative and of absolutely no use. I had no problem killing members of a court. The higher, the better. It was amidst that train of thought that I cum heard light steps on their way down the stairs. I took a moment figuring how close it was and, by the speed, whoever it was had no idea of what was happening downstairs or had a good plan to escape, one that did not include passing through the fight. Unluckily, the person had not noticed me either. When the rushed and light steps were close enough for me to slice through, blowjob I had to decide whether to kill the woman or child instantly or to make myself visible and make the person surrender. After a moment of fast deliberation, I made my move, shifting myself swiftly on the way of the coming prey. I would take less time identifying and striking than I took deciding the better course of action. Branding my saber up to her face, just one quick step forward, a punctured throat and it would all be over... However, after one glance, I did not want things to happen as fast anymore. “Your nightmare?” Katya asked gently “One nightmare? Stay silent no matter what you see. It's active right now, and it's affecting her badly. All blowjob someone would need to do to examine me would be to lift the hem. He squeezed her round ass and slapped her playfully, eliciting a happy "Ooh!" from the beautiful woman. "No I suppose not." amateur she agreed. "Get the fuck teen out of here and you better be good and do petite what you cum are told." Curious and still entirely afraid, she peeked out from her sheets to find her room empty. I woke up the next morning in bed with my head on her shoulder, with my mouth near her breast.