Eldorado's Unwanted Bride
I whispered, hugging her from behind, and rested my chin on her shoulder.
“Why do you call me princess?” She questioned innocently, and the thought of groping her ass, spank her, came to a halt and I leered.
“I only read about them in stories,” I shrugged my shoulder, “amusing yet unrealistic, knowing how they don’t exist, the whole idea felt stupid to me,” circling my finger around her belly button, “until I met you, a princess with no kingdom, beautiful and full of light, you were unrealistic for me.”
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